Gerald Potts - Old House

Look at this old house, nothing on the walls
But I know it's good
I know that it won't fall
Yes, the winds may blow, but it won't go down
Because this house is sacred, that light won't go out
No
This foundation will never crumble, because it's made out of bricks and stone
No, these walls will never tumble
These rooms are growing old
And though sand blows away, and the landslide is closing in
We built this atop a mountain, where the darkness will never win
Look at these old rooms
All the floors are bare
All the trim's undone
And the curtains tear
Dirt upon the rug, and the windowsills
And all the mirrors are smudged, so I can't see myself
But that all changed the day she came in
She washed these walls and picked up again and again
She took my mess and made it clean
She took what's dead and made it seem living to me
She made it living to me
She made it living for her and me
Look at this old house
Well, doesn't it shine
All the walls are painted
The floors are swept up fine
I look within myself
And what's the first thing I see
Well, won't you know
This old house is me

Written by:
Gerald Potts II

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