I walked into an empty room
One hundred years ago
The empty walls and stone-faced white
Told me to let them go.
Yet my hopeful heart, my willing dreams
And pandemonium mind
Meant my memory achieved
To look for ancient memories
That were so hard to find.
The monotonous tone of creamed walls
Reminded me of when
My mother decorated them
With paintings that looked foreign.
The carpet held my broken feet
From four legs to two strides
Held them and soothed them
From gravel to grave
That still lurks in my inside.
The window overlooked a park
That housed my darkest dreams
From hopes of escaping to dreams of flying
And heartbreak in between.
I still can hear the railroad
A million miles away
Hoping it could take me far and wide
And make me the dreaming woman
I hoped to be someday.
Yet now my memory fails me
I cannot tell you more
I wish I could remember
The girl I was before.
But at last my final witness
I tell you with worn words
Don’t take what you have for granted
Be thankful every day
For what you have may no longer be yours.
I hope you hear my message
For what I have to say
Makes you wish less for tomorrow
And long more for yesterday.