She’s seen this house before
at least a hundred times
but only mostly in dreams
quietness falls
on a hot summer day
the breeze flowing freely
almost as if no one was home
the world never knew
the pain and silence
that she once had to go through
behind these battered walls
she builds her very own
the scars sometimes heal
but only sometimes
the innocent whispers can still be heard
even long after she’s gone
and the tears won’t ever fade
walking away, never forgetting
and never going back
to the 3rd house on the left