The House That Holds My Little Girl Soul
The house that holds my little girl soul
Drifts farther and farther away
The woman I am must now move on
But a piece of me wants to stay
Isolated in my memory
Is the farm house of my youth
Locked inside are joys and pains
Fantasy mixed with truth
The light shines bright from my bedroom window
While a storm brews inside and out
The wheat shafts dance as the wind blows
There is no going back, there is no doubt
I see the little girl that once was me
Standing and watching it fade
I am not sure that she can plainly see
The suffering that was on parade
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2012
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