Don't think I could read it out.
But you can read it
Down the road and across the street
Is the door to a house that calls to my feet
The windows I hoped to look out of one day
Smashed like my heart, with the mess swept away
I walk around lost, amongst the graffiti
And imagine a life that will never be
Like watching the paint peel off of the walls
And the romantic words we'd share in the halls
I die in the thought of the words never formed
Form the mouth of our child that was never born
And I walk out the building lost to time
Away from a home that will never be mine