Take Me Home

There are lost, abandoned people, hiding themselves in hollow houses. A wandering existence marked with pain

Tangible in vision, to the eyes of those who browse, wounded hearts now lost, forgotten and replaced

Antique stores of sorts, haunted, forbidden libraries, displaying cache's filled with fragile memorabilia

Shelf after shelf exposing precious moments passed, deserted, left behind, and out of place

Picked through by the lovers looking for a deal on treasures, gathering up the unspent forfeited nostalgia

Bringing back to life the spirits captured deep within, reviving them with loves warmest embrace

Once ghostly apparitions, left to wander haunted forests, forever dwelling amongst the lonely charnel houses

Have found cause to live again, revived, shedding themselves of the pretend, healing, letting go of their disguises