This Lonely House

Walking to the front door, of a old grey house. Hear the cracking steps, think they’re about to give out. The door cracked opened, I asked if anyone’s home, no one answered, figured I was alone.

Plaster walls coming down.

Smashed windows all around.

If this house could talk, all the stories it would tell.

All the years it seen, and now it’s an empty shell. How many families did you help? So they can grow. Now they moved on. Left you behind on this abandit road. This lonely house, THIS LONELY HOUSE!

Go to the backyard, there’s an old swing set. It fell apart, there’s nothing else left. Cracks in the roof, the daylight comes in, I don’t think this house will ever see life ever again.

If this house could talk, all the stories it would tell.

All the years it seen, and now it’s an empty shell. How many families did you help? So they can grow. Now they moved on. Left you behind on this abandit road. This Lonely house, THIS LONELY HOUSE!

If this house could talk, all the stories it would tell.

All the years it seen, and now it’s an empty shell. How many families did you help? So they can grow. Now they moved on. Left you behind on this abandit road. This lonely house, THIS LONELY HOUSE!

THIS LONELY HOUSE!

THIS LONELY HOUSE!

THIS LONELY HOUSE!

This lonely house.