Flowers on the wallpaper
watched the days go by
saw the sallow clouds caper
across the pallid skies
and thunder loud like wailing sounds
on plains wherein lays a house
quiet, waiting and still it stays
assessing for a judgement call
to leave or lie where it\'s always been
the ghosts in the walls, they can\'t decide
the picture frames are torn and dim
and the tchotchkes try and hide
wind like murder, molesting the house
tearing apart a millionaire\'s worth
of moments and memories and happier things
waylaid now to history
just grass, just ground, all of that is all that remains
of the lovely house on the plains
that is, until, the architect came,
with papers and pens and a blueprint to frame.