Cabin Lost within the Woods
That cabin out past Farmington
Is haunted, so they said.
It's buried deep in lush, dark woods,
A crypt for those long dead.
We used to live there, cleared the land
And had some crops for sale.
We did things we should not have done
And things began to fail.
The things we did don't matter much
Though others might think so.
Forgive them? Why? It's all their fault.
Of that we won't let go.
The cabin's weak, but standing there.
It rests on rubble still,
But no one lives inside it now
And no one ever will.
In time it will sink to the earth
The way that matter must
And free my folks who haunt the place
And free me, too, I trust.
