My family have lost, a dream I have found
I stand in the hallway lost and unfound.

As I walk up the staircase 10 feet from the ground.
In a vacant house there's noboby there.

I see myself in a mirror shattered and broken.
The eyes in the pictures seem to stare at me as I walk.
Farther and farther I creep through the dark fog filled rooms.

As I walk I begin to feel the past.
A chess game half played covered in dust and cobwebs, I start to wonder.
Down the stairs walk, but I'm not scared.
Trying to find my past.

The long dinning room table where a candelabra once burned.
But of my family I have not learned.

A room of rose pink and cream I don't remember.
Room after room, hall after hall, stair after stair.
Just trying to find my past.