These four walls much like a cave.
In which I'm sent to if I misbehave.
The walls so seemingly bare,
Contain the stories of someone somewhere.
The air filled with sent of fresh paint.
Over all it's feeling quite quaint.
Unpacking my memories one by one,
Feeling the warmth on my skin from the sun.
The sounds of the cars speeding by fast.
Leaving my old home left a hole in my heart so vast.