15 Years This Old House

After fifteen years this old house looks the same, same old paint peeling from the window pane. I watched the world go by from this old porch I've laughed I've cried had my first kiss those days I've missed. When I walk inside and touch these walls I'm reminded of love and lost pain and rain like it plays on a movie screen it aches I long for those days after fifteen years this old house can still bring me to my knees. It's amazing what wood and nails remember. The sounds the smell the heaven the hells the death the birth the tears it's all right here. As I look around his old vacant house as it was fifteen years ago I'd give my all for one more night the way it use to be to see my past through these future eyes. A lot has changed but one thing remains the same, in another fifteen years me and this old house might not be standing but memories will never fade.