The radio is company
as you move around the house
going from room to room
everything looks smaller now
the shine is now long gone
and the dust is a living thing
which no one knows from where it came.
Memories they visit when you're weak
and shake you to your knees
they want you as a child again
push you off the great big swing
but you sit with a grin
there is music from the radio
and your face brings a warmth to the house
and I think this could be a home again.
Created: Feb 20, 2012andrewhip Document Media