urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:larrysoliman larrysoliman larrysoliman 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:larrysoliman:7549 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z 2038-01-19T03:14:07Z There is a house built out of stone<br />Wooden floors, walls and window sills...<br />Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust..<br />This is a place where I don't feel alone<br />This is a place where I feel at home.......<br /><br />Cause, I built a home<br />for you<br />for me<br /><br />Until it disappeared<br />from me<br />from you<br /><br />And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...<br /><br />Out in the garden where we planted the seeds<br />There is a tree as old as me<br />Branches were sewn by the color of green<br />Ground had arose and passed it's knees<br /><br />By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top<br />I climbed the tree to see the world<br />When the gusts came around to blow me down<br />I held on as tightly as you held onto me<br />I held on as tightly as you held onto me...<br /><br /><br />Cause, I built a home<br />for you<br />for me<br /><br />Until it disappeared<br />from me<br />from you<br /><br />And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...