This is a house for the haunting
Full of silence, full of groaning
Of cries that can’t be understood.
And questions that can’t be answered
This is a house for the leaving
A door the neighbors hurry past
Where the letters do not arrive
And the telephones are silent.
This is the house of wasted time
Of aimless days and weeks and years
Of lives robbed of their purposes
And stories that have no meaning.
Here in the room no home contains
Defended by my protocols
I patrol the paperwork wall
‘Tween me and them, and beg You be
The light sent unto her blindness
To be the song his deafness hears
The firmness ‘neath her trembling limbs
The loudest voice his madness brings.
Oh God if You are here tonight
You came in quiet as a ghost.
But if this is not a haunted house
Then Your temples too are empty.