- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
The Heart(h) of the Home
Gone, gone There's no one home No one, none I'm all alone.
Empty chair, faded curtains Blurred vision reflecting even Blurrier memories.
Still moment captured in time After years of noise and laugher Empty chair, empty heart(h).
No need to fill the place In time, peace will run Through my veins Like a lullaby in heaven.