They say you can't go home again
I would like to go back for a last time
The empty house has memories of mine
In the back bed rooms our babies slept
Once they were sleeping around we crept.
I thought if i could touch the place feeling
The brokenness inside me may start healing
Outside I am someone else hoping inside i could find myself
I would love to be there again but alot of ghosts feel my memories
They still linger at the house that built we.
NOw empty I cant go back its a place destroyed, no longer a family
You Married and moved our kids to a place up north
Turned away from what we started saying we had no worth
I took mental pictures for years of what we would do
What we would name our babies the four of us staring with me and you.
If I went back in our home i would be alone .
I would go there and leave a piece of me.
The dreams and hopes of a long life with you
The ghosts would haunt in a roaring sound of silence too.
I would have like to go back knowing there is a piece of me
That will never leave
It wasnt our house ..It was our home..
I have left and do the best I can
I have since got lost in who I am
I have always hoped if we could go and see
I would have a feeling of healing
And take with me a just a memory
