EMPTY HOUSE

          My heart is broken,
          My heart is shattered;
          Cold wind
          Blows in
          Where things mattered.

          Empty streets
          And empty lives,
          Hollowed by
          Their empty lies.

          Sun of rays
          Shines no more;
          Living here
          Rots to a chore.

          Suddenly
          It seems a fact:
          This is all
          A useless act.

          Drowning man
          Drowns again,
          Cursing of his
          Life of sin.

          Everywhere
          He sees sorrow,
          For he forsook
          His tomorrow.

          Why get up?
          Why even move?
          What's there now
          Left to prove?

          It never stops,
          The flowing tears;
          Why now after
          All these years?

          The fool's gold
          Has lost its glitter;
          My precious jewels
          Are now litter.

          A gentle hand
          Was all she asked,
          But I cannot
          Reach the past.
 
          I ask you now,
          Where is hope?
          It seems I face
          The hangman's rope.

          So I'm a ghost
          In this house I haunt;
          None that I have
          Is what I want.

          But I'd gladly
          Give my life,
          If I could take
          Away her strife.