the home

This home is broken with empty souls not able to warm when life leaves them cold this home is a shell of its former glory waiting for the moment to tell its story the one with the girl who fell in love and flew in the clouds high up above the one were she rasied her king and queens and they were the happiest this world had seen but soon came death and lose and pain the home closed its eyes but this in vain for it could still hear the children weep as they were robbed of precious sleep for a hole had formed in this family home and the home itself felt so alone its walls cried to see this joy ripped from the heart of the only boy with the father gone and the only man he would help the family stand once again to raise there heads for all is not lost now their father is dead.