In a home of truth ne’er told,
Trod upon in days of old,
Lye in aura cold
Of the walls perspiring dew.
Known of it's dwelling by a latter few.
Forever passed
From man-to-man-
But never known,
The true owner
Of the Land.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
In a home of truth ne’er told,
Trod upon in days of old,
Lye in aura cold
Of the walls perspiring dew.
Known of it's dwelling by a latter few.
Forever passed
From man-to-man-
But never known,
The true owner
Of the Land.
"Once there is a death in a home, it can never be bought or sold again."
- I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives In The House
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