"The House She's Left is Now My House Only"
winter will soon descend
a freezing cold greeting me
in a house full of silence
this is the kind of house
i've come to realize
i will have built around me
will it be a mirror to my soul?
most things around our lives are
there is no denying
that this much will be true for a while
the emptiness throughout
each and every room
will extend into my soul
will i have the faith to believe
in the human spirit
in my spirit at all
to survive or want to survive?
if i am the gentle sound of a guitar strummed
where's god been
how come he hasn't played in ages?