My Home
In a town I once knew
By a river and wood
Stands a house from before I first cried
In the creaking of the windows:
Those whispers I know
And can hear all the way in Ohio
And I’m falling now
But the dirt cannot catch me
Because those memories hold my hands still
There are those who say
That what’s done is done
But my heart still lives in that shaded home
By the rivers and woods
Where my small feet once stood
When I didn’t care that the highway roared by us
And now they say
That the river is dry
And the trees were blocking the parking lot views
So, though I can hear
I can no longer find
That home and that life I once left behind