A green house sits,
On a sunbaked street.
Waiting for a blue-eyed girl,
And her children to come home,
When they finally do,
His lights cheer them up.
He remembers when the blue-eyed girl,
Had a brown-eyed boy,
All she has now is a box engraved with his name,
Tears on her half-empty pillow,
And two girls with hazel eyes and familiar smiles.
He listens to the years since the box appeared and the boy was gone,
and counts 1,2,3,4-
He knows that the blue-eyed girl is tired,
She wants a new start.
So, gathering her things,
She leaves him empty,
He knows she will be happy,
With rain filled skies,
And warmth filled windows but,
He misses the laughter.
Now he only speaks,
With a pale brown-eyed boy.
The lonely green house,
Sits quietly for years,
He almost loses hope,
But his blue-eyed girl surely must come home,
The brown-eyed boy misses her too but...
Still, she does not come.
A sun-baked street full of amber sounds,
On its sidewalk, familiar feet tread,
A hazel-eyed girl with a reminiscent smile,
Greets her green house once more.
With a tear and a prayer,
For her childhood and the brown-eyed boy.
The green house sees his lost child,
And greets her with cheer like he used to,
When her mother and sister were there,
He misses them too.
But now he has a hazel-eyed girl,
Who fills the house with joy again.
He gets his laughter and warmth filled windows,
A family grows happily in his rooms,
In that green house on the sun-baked street,
Full of amber sounds on its sidewalks.
The hazel-eyed girl is watched over
By a green house and a pale brown-eyed boy.