One day, the house I live in, will be a home
I will smile at the way the door creaks open, and slams shut
My eyes will gleam at the sound of keys scraping against the wall, the same place as always
I will love the marks those dangling keys leave in my walls
My arms will be outstretched to a man who cares,
Outstretched, reaching for him, like my little girl will reach for her teddy bear
And he'll be reaching back
All the pain will melt away
One day, the house I live in, will be my home
