In this house
The walls are cracked,
The Tiles are loose,
And the stove is black.
It's a broken house
With pain in the mirror.
The sound of dripping water
Plays a song for her;
For her, him, you and I;
Plays a song
For their broken house.
But through the mold,
Through the dust and dirt
Is a home;
Their home.
Look past the grime
And see the love of a home.
The family's love
Clouds any chance
Of a broken home.
True, a broken house
Is what they have,
So you'd think they lack
A selfless home,
But you're wrong.
They love each other,
And that's enough
For their home to repair
Their broken house.
For now they will
Bord up the windows,
Hang the torn blinds,
And remember the home
With the love of family
Deep down inside.
 
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