An old house, enormous it is, built very long ago,

Fire was at one time the enemy as it created cries.

Today this house once an orphanage, a refuge for kids,

Rests nearly empty, quiet with cobwebs, something lingers.

They hang on, these three childish souls, where do they belong,

Their friend who did not perish as once they did lives on.

Again they would meet with the help of a special person,

These three could see and soon he would believe.

Time for all to let things go, broken hearts will now mend,

A final goodbye, some tears, he’ll see them soon, a journey for three.

Keith Garrett

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