Empty Porch Light

Down by the old dirt road, there's a house with paint peeled,

Where the wind whispers secrets that it keeps concealed.

An empty rocking chair sways slow with the breeze,

Echoes of laughter lost among the tall pine trees.

She left with the sunrise, said she'd come home soon,

Promised she'd be back by the light of the moon.

Now the summer's turned to winter without a sign,

Just me and the night and this empty porch light.

Oh, the stars might be shining, but the sky feels so gray,

Each night I light this lantern, hope it guides her way.

Every creak of the floorboards, every lonely sigh,

Whispers the heartache as the days go by.

Neighbors stop over, say she's better off gone,

But they don’t know the ghost that haunts each dawn.

Photographs gather dust on the old mantle shelf,

Each one a memory of when we had ourselves.

Oh, the stars might be shining, but the sky feels so gray,

Each night I light this lantern, hope it guides her way.

Every creak of the floorboards, every lonely sigh,

Whispers the heartache as the days go by.

Morning brings the darkness, coffee in my cup,

Wondering if today’s the day she finally shows up.

But the hands on the clock, they just circle 'round,

And the empty porch light illuminates this ghost town.