I look around this place where I have dwelt four empty walls, with windows and a door, where the warmth of home fires should be felt, but my heart doesn’t live here anymore. Four empty walls, with windows and a door just symbols of the things that might have been but my heart doesn’t live here anymore instead there’s just an emptiness within. Just symbols of the things that might have been if only love had lingered here a while. Instead there’s just an emptiness within; a castaway upon a lonely isle If only love had lingered here a while where the warmth of home fires should be felt. A castaway upon a lonely isle, I look around this place where I have dwelt. june 2003 |