but still, Love

I’ve not known it to be free

Couldn’t have been what you said it would be

As I always felt the cage door open

The draft rushing in from the walls that were broken

The frames became empty, the music was gone

It was dark in the hallways for the lights were not on

From the force of it’s anger, it’s void and it’s pain

Why would one simply keep trying in vain

That home crumbled down for its foundation was weak

At the bottom of the ashes, a key one would seek

This key, a new home, whose past will be pardoned

One will surely fall entranced in it’s garden

For its oak tree is rooted and its fountain stays on

By the dirt road to the door one will find their way home

From the strength of its fibers, it’s foundation still stands

This house, this home, was not built on sand.