Treasure Island

Airda Jones

(Sept.17,1988 / US)

New Found Sympathy


The dust is all that's left
To this lonely room
A few boxes remain
But they'll be gone soon

The pictures that formed the wall
Now belong to the trash
And all the pretty fixtures
Have long been detached

The house that held sunlight
Now only emphasizes gray
Rooms are no longer shining
And I wish it weren't that way

Lonely and empty is this house
But it's not the only one
That lost it's cheer and happiness
Where it's brightness has gone

I wish I could go back
To see what would have been
If thing's hadn't have gone wrong
If I'd still be in this house with him

Submitted: Friday, April 04, 2008

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