The house has been empty for a long time, The walls are cracked The furniture and the carpets are rugged and threadbare. Somebody new enters the house. He rips out the carpet and removes the furniture.
Then he starts to work on the walls, Breaks them down brick by brick, Until there is only the foundation left.
The house is crying out: “What is happening? What are you doing to me?”
No answer, but slowly he starts to build, Brick by brick, not a new house, no, It’s the old one going up, But there are no cracks in the wall. The windows are big and let in a lot of light Into a space that once was dark and bleak.
New carpet arrives, New furniture is brought in, And he looks around and says: “This is MY place, Here I will reside for the rest of my life, And cherish the house for what it is. MY HOME.”
I'll be your sweetheart, if you will be mine all my life I'll be your valentine bluebells I've gathered they will tell you true when I'm a man my plan will be to marry you
Well, the last few lines would have to be reworded, but it very much says what I feel
Last time Adreeeeeeeeeeeeeeean didn't understand we got a lot of mileage out of the thread until adj interfered and explained. Then the thread died a merciless death
shyone57 Forum Posts (2,037)
If My Heart Was A House
No, somebody trying to sell me an insurance once told me that