• Up in a room
    In a little white house
    Up the stairs
    Quiet as a mouse

    Sits a girl
    All alone
    In a place
    That she calls home

    Her walls are closing
    The lights are gone
    The windows dusty
    The blinds drawn

    The door closed
    The bolt locked
    She sits alone
    A mere lost thought

    Spider webs dangle
    Off the wall
    Close to falling
    The spiders gone

    The flowers dead
    Their petals spread
    All across
    The table and bed

    Alone with her lonesome
    All by herself
    Up in her room
    In a little white house