13 August 2012
Of my used-to-be home All has burned All the mem'ries come
Where we used to play Barbies and tic-tac-toe Telling little secrets Nobody'll ever know
Our once-upon-a-time's Are now ashes on the ground I walk alone this dead house Roaming aimlessly around
Grey and black That's all that remains And our old mem'ries As much as it pains
We played and laughed here That's all that we knew And not to touch anything Until Momma approved
Gliding to our old front lawn I see a small shine Stop in my tracks Something survived?
I step a little closer To get a better look A tarnished door handle The one thing the fire never took
Wielded by our grandfather As a wedding proposal Since he couldn't make rings He chose something they'd both hold
A tarnished door handle That's all you see But for all it's gone through It inspires hope, deep within me.
A Tarnished Door Handle • Opuss № I