Untitled/Unfinished - 02Dec05

This one is in the works. Chorus (ABABAB) or Bridge (AAABA) OR both (ABABCB) to come.

Photographs in wooden frames lay scattered on the floor
An obvious reminder of the pain that came before
Driving rain falls hard upon the mortar and the stone
While watchful walls say nothing, stained glass windows cry alone

Open doors and rain soaked floors will never be the same
Candlesticks lie broken, and no longer hold the flame
In the cellar there’s a suitcase that was left behind for good
And a box of faded letters that would open if it could

Flowers in the garden have all given up the ghost
Nothing seems to grow here having lost what matters most
Echoes of the past come crawling down the spiral stairs
But when they reach the door they simply vanish in thin air

A knight in silver armor standing tall and shining bright
Remembers being noble, now he’s lost his will to fight
Ghosts upon the mantle and the demons in the yard
Stumble into shallow graves with angels standing guard