Mr Stabby
04-04-2006, 04:18 PM
That old stereo blaring out my favourite tune,
the window open, warm breeze blowing through,
that empty house, empty now of possesions,
but filled with memorys, filled with the past pain,
that pain which we shall leave now...
As we fill those last few boxes, ready to leave,
I look back, angry at the reasons why,
hurt at the people who have done us wrong,
scarred because of the bad memorys...
28 days they told us, be gone, or we shall forcefully remove you,
not the nicest of words, where did human compassion go?
replaced by cold hearts and ink filled pens,
writing out their signature, to destroy the common man under them...
what am I to do? where am I to go?
I ask myself this as I tape that last box shut, and put it on the truck,
just as the CD spins down, the music goes quiet,
the front door closes, after one last look,
at this old house, this...pile of bricks and mortar...
tears fill my eyes, as that old memory begins to fill...
my life, my love....my home..
the window open, warm breeze blowing through,
that empty house, empty now of possesions,
but filled with memorys, filled with the past pain,
that pain which we shall leave now...
As we fill those last few boxes, ready to leave,
I look back, angry at the reasons why,
hurt at the people who have done us wrong,
scarred because of the bad memorys...
28 days they told us, be gone, or we shall forcefully remove you,
not the nicest of words, where did human compassion go?
replaced by cold hearts and ink filled pens,
writing out their signature, to destroy the common man under them...
what am I to do? where am I to go?
I ask myself this as I tape that last box shut, and put it on the truck,
just as the CD spins down, the music goes quiet,
the front door closes, after one last look,
at this old house, this...pile of bricks and mortar...
tears fill my eyes, as that old memory begins to fill...
my life, my love....my home..