Down past the River Road
In the lowest hollow
I took the path along the row
No stranger dared to follow
The wide lawn was overgrown
The eaves were bowed and brown
The window showed that every room
Was bare and white as bone
Above the pool, a mirrored gaze
I saw her ivied face
Her empty eyes, cold, recessed
Have watched this wasted place
Where dying bloom and creeping vine
Strangle and adorn
The place that built inside of me
A soul, a ghost, a home
The field has breath, the pond a voice
I've known since I was small
They told me then to leave this place
Or stay and lose it all