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Remembering things about the house in which we were raised

Things that we hold dear and deep in our hearts

Like our parents now old who which we have praised

And the puzzles we made with their 1,000 parts



We were young and as kids we could never have realized

Just how fast the time would go by

Naive to the facts but yet we idealized

Which now makes me think back with a sigh



Those nights we'd stay up and make tents with our sheets

We'd laugh and make fun, we thought it was a riot

Hoping Dad would not come up and warm our poor seats

Because he would keep yelling up for us to keep quiet



The friends we had over, that seemed part of our clan

Even though there was no blood to share

The one friend that endured and grew into a man

Who's friendship was strong with no need to repair



Now we empty it out cause it's time to move on

Seeing all those sweet memories in every corner

Bringing a tear to our eye thinking of those times gone

Which fills up my heart making me feel like a mourner



It's just brick, and wood, and a little piece of land

But can never be replaced in our heart

We may move on, but it will long stand

As we move on with our life and depart