Down the long laneway,
Dim, though a bright day.
Surrounded by lawns unmown,
Gardens with weeds o’er grown;
A house full of tears.
The sight of such long neglect,
Now viewed with disrespect,
My heart filled with pity.
Just outside of the city,
A house full of years.
So long I have sought a place
Where orphans of every race
Could live and be well and safe,
For fate to at last vouchsafe,
A house without fears.
Now it is mine, and see,
It’s now as it really should be.
A home filled with love and care,
And children play everywhere,
A house filled with cheers.
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