The walls to an empty house

There used to be a home quite nice and sweet

It used to be like grandmas but much more things

Leather sofas, cushion seats, fine china, menagerie

It was a home of luxury

The walls were filled with rich memories

And on holidays family would come

But from night to day everything was gone

No one was sure why the house went dull

It was like someone robbed the home of all its sweet love and joy

And what was left was very bitter

That when December came no one visited

Years and years went by

And the walls to an empty house cried

The tears filled the house with dust

And soon enough the house turned gray just like the lady