A Home My Father Built

The wimpering winds

Call for change to show

Chipping away

At a thirty year home

Our table is vacant

Empty cups and broken bowls

In the basement I stay

In the basement you go

A devil shows through

A ghost from the past

A creature of habit

Too broken to last

The weight of the world

On a family cross

Better to have loved

But what did it cost

If you want to leave

That is fine by me

I'll be here waiting-

Dismissing vows of the past

To find a second chance

I'll be here waiting-

To find jewels in the silt

We'll stay here waiting

In the home that my father built

But if you dig to rock

Finding bits of your crown

if you've made up your mind

I will yield and bring it down

Author's Note

draft iv: Trying a new style.