Corner Stones

I once lived in a home

Many wouldn’t call it so

Because it was broken down

Symphony of weeping sounds

But when I travel away

I would be lonely that day

I missed my hippie cheers

And my loving doggy ears

When I smell smoke on the walls

My nostalgia calls

I miss that Good old cheer

it was hard it was here

In my loving broken home

till I saw my broken stone

Whispering soft praying sounds

Wanting to be around

I would go into the grounds

Of my lovely sober place

Governed by my heavenly grace

over dreams others owned

Till they kindled down

With lasting ember sound

Until It hit the ground

With an alarming sound

Save your grace

Save your tears

There’s no god that lives here

In this empty broken home

Once alive now a ghost

Shadows linger on the walls

Tear them down pour in the mold

Make this home your very own

but don’t forget the corner stones

don’t forget the corner stones

don’t forget the corner stones