Home

Something that once was once my home was once my home.
Bound to a promise.
It was something I could hold onto.
You swore you'd teach and never let go.
We were bound to this promise.
Why did you let go?

We built my home.
We built our home.
You locked me out.
The cold will take me.
The wolves will take me.
My life will give life.
If not to you, to these wolves.
The wolves will feed,
the worms will feed,
my ghost will need a sanctuary.