The lonely old house
stands alone on the moor
no people go there
no windows no stairs
no laughter rings out
no children joyfully shout

the lonely old house stands alone and it crys
the ivy that swarms it waits silently then dies
it sit on a hill that is covered in greeing
and waits for the one that will give it new meaning

for i am that house that sits all alone
looking for a heart to give me a home
to open my door and switch on the lights
and live inside me and watm me at night