Reaching out without an answer
what have you done to our mansion?
peeling paper, burnt from arson
bricks are falling, walls seem ancient
I'm trying not to hear the rumble
as the roof turns into crumble
ash is falling from the mantle
what happened to once pretty castle?
Clinging on to little vase
I might save it from the break
house is wailing in the pain
on my face I feel the rain
Once - the happy memories and dreams of renovation
turned in ruins, flames and dust and fear of relocation
have to roam around the town or all across the nation
to gather all my strength and guts to face the revelation
Even as I walk I hear the rocks hitting the pavement
blocks that stood there once so proud, now shaking the basement
I stand back and watch the scene with bitter amazement
as it takes away with it my chance of warm embraces
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 2:27 AM UTC
Reaching out without an answer
what have you done to our mansion?
peeling paper, burnt from arson
bricks are falling, walls seem ancient
I'm trying not to hear the rumble
as the roof turns into crumble
ash is falling from the mantle
what happened to once pretty castle?
Clinging on to little vase
I might save it from the break
house is wailing in the pain
on my face I feel the rain
Once - the happy memories and dreams of renovation
turned in ruins, flames and dust and fear of relocation
have to roam around the town or all across the nation
to gather all my strength and guts to face the revelation
Even as I walk I hear the rocks hitting the pavement
blocks that stood there once so proud, now shaking the basement
I stand back and watch the scene with bitter amazement
as it takes away with it my chance of warm embraces