Refugee

Moved in and cut the cables
TV and other lines
To the consternation of my neighbours
What's he gonna do inside
 
Started in that little back room
Where the fire had stained the tiles
Stripped and painted every floorboard
Gave the old girl back some style
 
And she has all her marks
Every little scar and winter storm
Every summer day she bakes in the sun
Seasons turn, she holds her own
 
Found a dozen layers of paper
Somehow survived the flames
Little handprints through the ages
Overlaid around the frames
 
And she has all her marks...
 
Blood red, the flowers she left
On damask walls for someone
Made rough, covered up
Never touched again in all this time
 
And she has all her marks
Some little girl all grown up now
You can still see where the fire left its mark
She and I were more like refugees
 
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