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The floorboards creak beneath my feet,
The dust is dancing in the heat,
The old doorframe still holds my name,
But this place is not the same.
We chalked a heart upon the stairs,
And whispered all our secret prayers,
The chalk has washed away with tears,
But trust remains despite the years.
The names we carved upon the wall,
The paint is peeling in the hall,
I'm proud of every line and scar,
They're maps of who we truly are.
The names we carved upon the wall,
The paint is peeling in the hall,
I've made my peace with every year,
The child I was lives in here.
We chalked a heart upon the stairs,
And whispered all our secret prayers,
The chalk has washed away with tears,
But trust remains despite the years.
The names we carved upon the wall,
The paint is peeling in the hall,
I'm proud of every line and scar,
They're maps of who we truly are.
The names we carved upon the wall,
The paint is peeling in the hall,
I've made my peace with every year,
The child I was lives in here.