My Sunshine

Coffee Table & August Dreams

This house is all empty
Not a sliver in this place
A broken Coffee Table
With August rain glaze

It doesn't feel like 'home' quite yet
Memories hold it back
The footprints through the house
The moist wood crack

This was all I dreamt of
From the day that I was born
A dead soul yet
I sit and mourne

To earn the privilege to have it all
I gave it all I had
Never could I differentiate
Between the good and bad

I gave up my peace for this
The freedom to fly
Watch from the roof top now
The stars in the sky

I hope to fill this house up
Make it into a home
Beautiful tall curtains
With little patches sewn

Put all my love here
Where childhood must bloom
Loving parents is what they see
No feeling of gloom

A little place somewhere
Where little footprints roam
A house full of love
To finally be called a Home