There’s a House in My Block
There’s a house in my block
That’s abandoned and cold.
The people left it
A long time ago,
And they took all their things
And never returned.
It seems like it’s cursed,
With cracked windows,
And everyone calls it
The house, the house where no one lives.
Once, laughter echoed there,
Once, there were dreams.
Did they throw it all away?
Did they know what it meant?
Did someone’s heart break,
Or did someone do something wrong?
The paint is all chipped,
Peeled from the wood.
The letters were stacked on the porch
Where I stood.
And the weeds had grown
As tall as the door.
There were birds in the chimney
And an old chest of drawers.
It seems like no one
Will ever come back
To the house where no one lives.
Once, laughter echoed there,
Once, there were dreams.
Did they throw it all away?
Did they know what it meant?
Did someone’s heart break,
Or did someone do something wrong?
So if you find someone,
Someone to hold, someone to keep—
Don’t trade them for silver,
Don’t trade them for gold.
I have all of life’s treasures,
And they are lovely, they are true.
They remind me that houses
Are built only of wood.
What makes a house grand
Is not the roof or the doors.
If there is love in a house,
It’s a palace for sure.
Without love…
It’s nothing more
Than a house, a house where no one lives.
Without love, it’s just
A house—a house where
No one lives.
