Television dials completely out of style
And no one's too sure if they work
Frayed wires hanging above the remains of hopeful mice
Who took a roll of the dice and tried to nest on top of that box
That once projected murmurs of wars

Books stacked on books, water stains mixing with the artwork dye
Atop the loft of literature, there for looks, sits Catcher In the Rye
A story built the same year as this house
A classic build with a vintage tone
But no proof that this house was ever a home

Books stacked on books in a card table
That once hosted Monday night rook
A cold neighbor to piles of dust, evidence of rust
A pinnacle for broken trust

Books stacked on books by five frozen beings
Seated at the kitchen nook
Newspapers to block the faces of what are assumed to be parents But its apparent there's no connection
Just existence in the correlation between DNA and similar genetics
Familiar faces to each other, but no souls connected
No wires intertwined, just covered by the same physical canopy
Genetics may define similarities, but don't always define a family

With books stacked on books
Disrepairing lack of emotional continuity
The stereotypical story of drones in a thriving society
Missing out on the proclamation that they need to team up Because deeper recession is always coming
Books stacked on books, sharing stories of families like these
Not rejoicing in the fact that we aren't struggling, or are we?
With boys from war writing home
Missionaries being killed with no access to the phone
Harlots selling their innocence to put meat on their bones
A fallen union now a broken home
The similarity to the brokenness overseas in this cold family
Is the fact that just like those broken hearts, our houses are empty
And the lack of love does not discriminate against the rich or the wealthy

Brokenness affects all who lack the love of a family
And maybe mom and dad decided to leave you alone
But you have family who wants you to sit on the right side of a beautiful throne
'Cause you don't deserve to live empty