| We passed the house
After five years I couldn't say anything Or control these long awaited tears | |
| I see what was once a great manshion
Now broken down into nothing more than dust | |
| My cheeks glowed with tears as I realized that
I could not satisfy my lust | |
| cause everything i had in this world
like the mansion, returns to ashes and dust | |
| Time, what dashing work, you smashed
My past in a cloud of hurt | |
| why did this happen?
why me? | |
| I lived for this
But it was torn down | |
| I'm a sad sentimental prune,
who really should get better things to worry about than a house | |
| And I find myself saying that Corvus ended this poem
So goodbye broken house, but I must now get goin'. |

