Imagine a place
far far away
All by itself - on its own
the front door is always open
...
Lonely stands a grey stone
only marks a plot
Birds have found a place to rest
moss now fills a pot.
...
It's hard to think tomorrow
could be harder than today
It's hard to face the future
when you havn't got a say
...
The view woke to the breaking dawn
A sunrise through a roses thorn
A golden dew, a leaf turned brown
For what this day brings night pours down.
...
The Lost House
Imagine a place
far far away
All by itself - on its own
the front door is always open
the windows are paned in gold
The stairs inside leads to nowhere
There's nowhere you want to go
Because inside the little lost house;
is where the things you've lost will go