Theme: An old home forgotten by time, shifting from sadness to a celebration of its memories.
The iron gate is choked with tangled weed,The heavy wooden door is locked and gray.The broken windowpanes no longer heedThe golden promise of the passing day.The dust settles like snow upon the floor,Where lively laughter used to fill the hall;The cheerful footsteps echo here no more,And lonely shadows stretch across the wall.Yet if you close your eyes and listen near, (The Volta/Turn)The ancient timber breathes a happy song.The joyful ghosts of yesterday appear,And prove that love remained here all along.No empty room is truly left alone,When memories are carved in every stone.
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