Tuesday, March 13, 2012

The House That Built Me

My family just recently moved. 
I love the new house but I miss the old house.
It is the house I grew up in and the one I remember.
So many good times and memories.
Now I will have to make new memories at the new house. 
Change is good.
But sad.

Memories From The "Red House"













"I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like i'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself
if I could just come in I swear i'll leave.
Won?t take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me."

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