Walked through these hallowed doors
At least a thousand times
Ran and hid over the years
Through various calling chimes,
If these solid walls had ears,
They would have stories to tell
The screams of joy and tears of pain
The heaven and the hell
Rooms echo with laughter
Now silent and so quiet,
I gaze into the window
Where I used to see a riot
The floors are all replaced now
Gone is the familiar squeak
Pipes all shining brightly,
No more showered leak
This used to be my playground
The abode where I did grow
So many people have come and gone
Yet it’s always on with the show
I long to ask if I can enter
One last time through the door,
Yet those memories stay with me
May they remain forever more
