My pride, my joy
My castle, sanctuary
My home
Dust, dirt, cracks
Rust, leaks, gaps
Fingers scrubbed, patched and painted
Wiped, cleaned and tended
From one wall to the other
One corner, then the next
Day after day
Year after year
When the job’s done, it no longer feels like home
How strange
It’s best to leave some things undone
So I have a reason to stay
