Broken Home Poem by Mark Anthony Mendoza

I’ve come back to the place I once lived
To see it’s torn apart from disaster of nature
Though it is still standing, you could see it’s damage

I’ve come back to the home I used to live
Where happiness is what it brings when you come inside
Now you could see how it’s torn and badly hurt

I’ve come back to that home and looked around
I saw a trace of someone trying to build the house again
I wonder who was it, and where he is now

Afraid to open the door once again
For I know tears would fall down on my eyes
But I have to see what’s left behind

I’ve come back to that place to be with her again
I’ve know I’ve done another mistakes could I get her back again
As I see how badly the house is torn, I cried myself
Could I ever see her again

I’ve open the door and I could not speak a word
My eyes gazed into what it sees, could it be true?
The magic was still there… everything is still in place and in shape

And as I entered the room I see her resting on bed
Holding a hammer and wearing a carpenter shirt
My tears wont stop from falling, my love, my true love was still there

I pick up the tools and went outside the house
And I’ve come back again in this place to build it all over again
While she rest, I’ll do all the work I’ve to do

She tried to bring it all back into pieces but where am I to help her
Though outside it’s torn yet inside she preserved it like it's still fresh
And now I had to get my life back... must build this house again for love

Until she rest… I’ll never stop working till it’s done
I may have not put it back the way it was before
But I’ll make sure it’s stronger than what it is before

And now I’ve come back again to our home
This is our destiny and we will keep on fighting
Rest now my sweet.. as you wake up we’ll continue our journey… to forever