Grief

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THE EMPTY HOUSE.....



I WENT TO YOUR HOUSE TODAY
I PARKED ACROSS THE STREET
I LOOKED UP AT YOUR BEDROOM WINDOW
WHERE YOU USE'T TO SLEEP.

I HAD TO FIGHT THE URGE I HAD,
TO KNOCK UPON THE DOOR.
I KNEW YOU WOULD'NT ANSWER,
YOU DON'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE.

MY MIND STARTED DRIFTING,
BACK TO A BRIGHTER DAY.
A DAY I COULD KNOCK ON THE DOOR,
AND HEAR YOUR SWEET VOICE SAY.

COME IN MOM, IT'S OPEN
AS I OPENED UP THE DOOR.
WE WOULD SIT AND TALK FOR HOURS,
WE DON'T DO THAT ANYMORE.

THE LAUGHTER I STILL HEAR,
ECHOING FROM THE PAST
SO MANY DAY'S HAVE COME AND GONE
BUT MY MEMORIES WILL ALWAYS LAST.

BUT NOW THE HOUSE STANDS EMPTY,
LIKE THE HEART INSIDE MY CHEST.
IT'S BEEN THAT WAY FOR A YEAR NOW
SINCE THE LORD CALLED YOU TO REST.

I CAN'T STOP MY TEARS FROM FALLING,
AS I SLOWLY DRIVE AWAY.
I'LL KNOCK UPON YOUR MANSION'S DOOR,
IN HEAVEN, SOME SWEET DAY....

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