broken glass on the floor and paper that used to resembe a picture
now nothing but mere ashes ignored and kept quiet like a whisper
abondoned on a dark road sits this house or what used to be
a happy place for love and a living family
but as things get old we forget and don't regret or shrug a shoulder
and things become more distant as these things get older
once a fairy tale but now nothing but an extravagent nightmare
so ancient it would take forever to travel in lightyears
plants used to grow around land full of rhyme and reason
but now its so ghostly its nothing but a memory a former garden of eden
fallen like babylon beaten by its kryptonite,its creator
built up then demolished a few generations later
and as years move on and years turn to decades
people sometimes walk by this place and are nothing but afraid
knowing not what it used to be all the see is what's in line
but if they took a look at the big picture they could see the image behind
If you arrive here you will see no sign of hope
because this area is so dead that the ghosts hope to hope
once a civilization a town full of life and sensory
but now nothing but forgotteness just a scarce memory