On the porch, I sang and danced to the music of my past.
In the Backyard, I swam along with my cousins.
In the living room, I celebrated Christmas with my family.
In the toy room, my toys were kept in a hope chest.
In this house I lived my life.
I learned how to swim,
I learned how to walk,
I learned how to sing.
All the things this house has taught me,
has helped me prepare for the hardest thing;
Leaving this home where my heart lies.
My childhood memories of a little girl on a swing,
My teenager memories of getting high behind the garage;
And my last glance,
the image of a yellow home.
With windows all around.
The image of a family,
so torn apart the house shall crumble.
Throughout the house, I could show you the blood stains and tears.
Where they fought, and where I ran to when I cried.
I could show you every memory I ever had, good or bad.
Walking away from that yellow house,
I know the house has taught me well.
And I am ready for the world.
