
| What Was
Author: Orloxian After my parents' divorce, the house had to be sold. Someday, somehow, I hope to at least move back into the same neighborhood, if not the same house.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 134 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-05-10 - Status: Complete - id: 2782457
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What Was
Sing to me, O silent home
Pour out your woe to me
And I'll listen as I sit, alone
To your melancholy
Caught like a bird, I shall remain
Though not against my will
I'll drink the words of your refrain
And greet the lonely chill
No fireside can sate my need
No hearth can fill my heart
For it is still your call I heed
Though your halls and I are now apart
I know your every niche and nook
And through the years, you learned mine
We're brothers, no matter how we look
And we share a bond sublime
So sing to me, O silent home
I yearn to hear your voice
For while I sit here, all alone
You know I curse that madman's choice.
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