Standing Alone,Quiet Room,Standing here,Facing a Blank Wall, an empty room.A Blank Wall Were Pictures once Stood.A Quiet Room Where voices once Filled.An Empty Room Where Furniture and Mementos once inhabited. It's So Empty in Here,It's So Quiet in here,My Voice echos and bounces off the bare walls,only to bounce back to my ears.This Place,sadly Used To Be Home.I can Still Hear the Screams,I can Feel the Bitter Tears.The Pain...,Oh The Pain Here. Sadly this used to be home. yes My Home.Sadly My Home.
