There’s something wrong here
Something missing Something broken
I can see my house but something isn’t right
There’s something wrong here I can feel it
I move closer, slowing down
The school bus passes me but
I stand here in fright
And it is happening again
I’ve had this dream before
There always something broke or missing
There’s no roof or there’s no door
Sometimes the house is split in half
Or the front of it is gone
And I’m afraid to go inside
But I go on
There’s something wrong here
We had trees once. We had flowers.
Where’s the willow, pine and roses by the door
There’s something wrong here Where is my father?
There are strangers all around
Where did the kitchen go?
There are splinters on the floor
And it is happening again
I’ve had this dream before
There’s always someone who is missing
There’s always glass shards on the floor
Now that my home is split in half
Now that my father’s gone
There is no safety here for me
But I go on
I am afraid of what I’ll see
But I go on
My house is waiting there for me
But I’ll go on…