gettingtoknowme
04-12-2008, 12:44 PM
We must give up our room in our home
so others can know the warmth of its fires
and it's cold wood floors on their bare feet
so they can plow it's gardens
and fix it's leaky faucets
so someone elses painted hands can hang on the fridge door
We move out in order to allow new light in the windows
and new laughter in the yard
We make way so another can sneak a cookie from the jar
We leave so a new pen stroke can whisper it's
late night confessions to the silent lines of a blank page
We are given a great responsability when we enter our home
One we don't understand and certainly don't want
We want to always know the warmth of the fire we built
and the cold of the wood floors we laid
We want to forever feel it's firm embrasse
When the moment comes and that grip begins to loosen
We look up with terror in our young blue eyes
and we beg.
We beg for one more hour in the comfort of our home.
For one more squeze from that familure embrasse
But alas it cannot be,
we knew when we stepped over the threshold
with our hopes and dreams secured firmly in our arms
that our lease would one day be up, and our time would be over
That we some day must leave our room vacant
for the next renter to fill.
so others can know the warmth of its fires
and it's cold wood floors on their bare feet
so they can plow it's gardens
and fix it's leaky faucets
so someone elses painted hands can hang on the fridge door
We move out in order to allow new light in the windows
and new laughter in the yard
We make way so another can sneak a cookie from the jar
We leave so a new pen stroke can whisper it's
late night confessions to the silent lines of a blank page
We are given a great responsability when we enter our home
One we don't understand and certainly don't want
We want to always know the warmth of the fire we built
and the cold of the wood floors we laid
We want to forever feel it's firm embrasse
When the moment comes and that grip begins to loosen
We look up with terror in our young blue eyes
and we beg.
We beg for one more hour in the comfort of our home.
For one more squeze from that familure embrasse
But alas it cannot be,
we knew when we stepped over the threshold
with our hopes and dreams secured firmly in our arms
that our lease would one day be up, and our time would be over
That we some day must leave our room vacant
for the next renter to fill.