Morning casts a soft glow here
Secret tales float drawing near
In this room where daylight lingers
Memories slip through my fingers
Each object a chapter stories old
Quietly their sagas told
Walls that speak in hushed reveries
Carrying laughter tears and stories
Spaces rich with lived years
In solitude their voice clears
Here where my life's layers meet
Furniture whispers tales sweet
The clock ticks out yesteryears' beat
In these walls my heart finds its seat
Quietly their sagas told
Walls that speak in hushed reveries
Carrying laughter tears and stories
Spaces rich with lived years
In solitude their voice clears
A mirror reflects the many faces seen
Fragments of who I've been
The scent of years lingers near
In this space my roots appear
Quietly their sagas told
Walls that speak in hushed reveries
Carrying laughter tears and stories
Spaces rich with lived years
In solitude their voice clears
As I pause the room shares more
Stories breathe from every core
In this haven my solace deepens
Here amid the tales I soften