I cant go home
again. I just had to go back one last time. I
know,
you don’t
know me from Adam. But these hand-prints on the
front
steps were mine.
>and up those stairs, in that little back
bedroom♥
>>is where
I did my homework and I learned to play
guitar<<
An’
I bet you
didn’t know, that
under that old
oak
♥my
*((favorite dog))* is
>>buried<< in
the ;:yard:; ♥
~the house that built me
~maranda lambert<3