There used to be a time
Every day would last a minute
Like a breeze blowing through her hair
Children running wild
A stove with always something in it
She loved the life she could share
Years went by and her partner in crime
Was taken by another useless war
Standing strong
Ploughing along
She knew what she was living for
Walking the floors
Closing the doors
Making sure everyone is there
Time can be violent
The house is silent
But for the creaking of the stairs
Back in the day
She just ran away
Nothing left to keep her home
Sure to find out
What life was all about
With a fresh mind of her own
When she found the lover
Tapping into her heart
Keeping up with all the joy she held
Everybody seemed
To feed on love so sweet
She remembers how that felt
Walking the floors
Closing the doors
Making sure everyone is there
Time can be violent
The house is silent
But for the creaking of the stairs
The kids are gone
Moving along
With families of their own
They hardly ever call
Or drop by at all
She learned how make it alone
Forgotten places
Forgotten faces
And a cloudy sense of fear
She closes her eyes
Searching for names
Of the ones she held so dear
Walking the floors
Closing the doors
Making sure everyone is there
Time can be violent
The house is silent
But for the creaking of the stairs
For the creaking of the stairs
The creaking of the stairs