This House

The walls of this house are cracked
The foundations, well, she's weak
The pains is chipping and the plumbing has seen better days
Nobody wants this house
For she isn't very big
No one comes inside this house
For she isn't very strong
This how knows that she deserves this
After all, who would want such a broken thing
So when the wind comes at night she whispers
"Wind, take me with you."
And the wind obliges
Brick by brick the house blows away
Now all that is left are lonely bits and pieces.
And people walk by and they don't miss her
After all, who would miss such a broken, old place.