Homestead

I went for a walk the other day on a hilltop far away.
Leaned against a tree, I watched the world go by
Saw the markings on the ground, a foundation right around.
Past the old front porch where they spent their evenings
I heard their voices whisper in the wind
But their song has blown away, and that small tired piece of ground...

Is all that is left of a house full of memories,
A house full of passions, but now all those memories are gone.
All the living and dying, the hoping and crying,
But something still lingers on.

Pulled out a box from a drawer, knocked the dust off, shut the door
Lift the lid on the faces that I’ve come to know
Smiling at me from the past, all the times too good to last
But for that single moment, it was all so good
What would their eyes say if they had a clue?
That when they've all faded away, these curled slivers of life...

Are all that is left of those days full of memories,
Those days full of passions, but now all those memories are gone.
All the living and dying, the hoping and crying,
But something still lingers on.

I hear the sighing in the pines, as I walk along the lines
Step back in time to see where I have come from
Faded flowers on the ground, forgotten wishes all around
I come back to that name that I know so well
I can picture her face smiling back at me
But that smile has been replaced the flowers in a garden of stone...

And all that is left of a life full of memories,
A Life full of passions, but now all those memories are gone.
All the living and dying, the hoping and crying,
But something still lingers on.