The time is here, the house stands empty.
It seems so strange to be there.
Like a shell, the life it held all gone,
all the rooms standing bare.

There's memories hiding in the corners,
even though it wasn't my home,
there's memories in there for all people,
Like a long running tome.

Friends were made there, friends were lost,
Now they move on,
But at what cost?
Life goes on, that house is gone.

Time to find a new place,
a new home to them, where friends can be
where there's new space.
Where friends can come to see.

Memories, happy and sad,
time to make new ones,
hopefully not bad.