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[cbales]

House full of death
In which I reside
Sitting alone
The bed by my side
Empty and vacant
The linens remind me
Of memories sweet
Which I've put behind me
A child unwelcome
Who I wished away
Now I sit longing
To witness her play
My daughter, her mother
The time that we shared
The time they spent waiting
For someone who cared
Here he is now
His arrival a sorrow
For they needed him then
Not today or tomorrow
He longs for their love
Like they longed for his
But here they are not
For this was his wish
This house full of death
I reckon more cheery
If I had chosen
To keep love near me.