I remember the first room,
It was small,
But I made it with my own hands,
and it wasn’t strong,
but it was the best I could do.
Then I made a second room for family,
it was two rooms,
with one door between.
And then there was a porch,
a sidewalk and a door.
An entrance for me to see the world.
A door for the world to come see me.
So then I made a room for friends,
A place to bond with others.
A kitchen to feed myself,
And a bathroom.
I built a lot of rooms for living in,
and rooms to work in,
rooms for playing and rooms for sleep.
A living room, a game room, a den, a closet.
And more rooms for more family,
more rooms for more friends.
And then there was a room for a wife,
and rooms for children.
It didn’t seem long before I needed rooms
There were so many rooms,
I couldn’t clean them all.
So I got some help.
Overtime many rooms were never used.
There was dusty rooms,
at the end of long hallways.
Some rooms I’d like to forget.
But there was a light in each room,
and the lights were always on in the house.
I thought this heart would last forever,
the lights go on shining.
I would go on building,
and the music would go on playing.
Beat beat beat beat.
But one day someone turned off the lights,
and just like that,
It was just another empty shell.