We built a house with no name.
No roof o’er our heads to keep from the rain.
Tangled in a mess, the walls fell away
As you brushed aside the wind of change.
Surviving the wolf that blew down our doors,
Exposing a hell that rotted the core
The windows flew open, hot air seeped in
Blowing the ashes of a fire deep skinned.
The flesh on our bones burned down to our soles,
We climbed out the house in sackcloth and lore
Wishing to be a home no more;
Tearing the red that tied hope to the floor.
Listening to words straight arrow and true,
I couldn’t stand the mere sight of you
Throwing love to the swine, as pearls oft do,
Walked out of a time without home known as you.
