Selling the family home.
Empty house, empty room,
Memories only
remain.
Empty room, empty hearts,
Behind the tears the pain.
Empty house, empty room,
Gone is yesterday.
Empty room, wandering souls,
Time to move away.
Dead end job.
Is there more to life than this?
Day and
night in the factory,
Looking into the abyss.
Life outside seems so far away,
But I really
need the job,
Really need the pay.
I should have done better at school,
Done my
homework when told,
I should not have played the fool.
Maybe one day the noise in my ears will cease,
I will escape the factory,
Maybe I will find some peace.