Goodbye Old House

The door creaks slow like it always did

Painted white but chipped where the years hid

I trace my hand on the kitchen wall

Marks of growth

I was once so small

Goodbye old house

You're more than wood

You're the place where I stood

Where I understood

Every echo here is a piece of me

Goodbye old house

You're my history

The attic smells like dust and rain

Boxes stacked

Holding joy and pain

The swing in the yard still twists in the breeze

Whispering memories to the ancient trees

If walls could talk

They'd cry tonight

Holding secrets that I once held tight

Goodbye old house

You're more than stone

You're the laughter

The tears

The place I’ve grown

Every step I take feels like a plea

Goodbye old house

You're the one who built me

Windows framed the sunsets skies

Floors held our wishes when dreams collide

The roof caught storms

The stars

The moon

But every ending comes too soon