The House That Heard Us Once
Thee crumbling walls can’t hear my song,
Though once they rang with joy and cries—
Now silence stays the whole day long.
My sisters’ love, both soft and strong,
Lit up the dusk like fireflies.
The crumbling walls can’t hear my song.
My brothers helped me along,
With quiet nods and whispered wise—
Now silence stays the whole day long.
Where roses bloomed and deer would throng,
Now other homes and fences rise.
The crumbling walls can’t hear my song.
Back then, each room would hum with throng—
Mom’s warmth, Dad’s calm, and lullabies.
Now silence stays the whole day long.
Yet memory’s roots still hold me strong,
Though time and weather blur the ties.
The crumbling walls can’t hear my song—
Now silence stays the whole day long.
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