This building has a story
Of ups and downs and love gone wrong
Of broken dreams and silly pranks
A childhood fondly lived.
But broken windows and sagging doors
Don’t hide another truth,
Illicit deeds and crimes concocted
Guns and knives and bloody wounds
Death has lingered here.
But now the future has a stake
Windows broken can be repaired
The doors and walls and ceilings too
And then the fun begins,
The floors and windows once again
Will hear the children laugh.
Pouring rains and winter storms
Are not welcome here.
Come inside and sit a spell
Our tale is still being written
This building’s taking notes.