A window closed,

Curtains contain the foggy exterior,

Inside an empty house I stand,

Now ready to expand and grow,

Sludge hammer in hand,

I begin the renovations,

While memories and depression pound at my door,

I paint and decorate,

Filling each room with unique life,

Dancing about on happiness,

While singing with the morning larks,

I fill my life with new dreams,

Unique and circular,

I strive to bring things and people together,

For I am unimportant without those that are important to me,

Now filled to the brim with new hopes and dreams,

We share in our feast,

Praying our thanks and giving glory to our Lord.