In a hidden valley
With tall, waving grass
There is a small house
Run down and abandoned
Time has not been kind
Windows have been broken
The door is nowhere to be seen
A few appliances, left behind
By those who once occupied
The wooden structure

Where did they go?
Why did they leave?
Were things just too hard
For them to stay?
Did something awful happen?
Were they driven away?
Maybe the house
Just wasn’t enough

In a little room
With high, dusty light fixtures
There is a small child
Ragged and abandoned
Life has not been kind
His spirit has been broken
His hope nowhere to be seen
No keepsakes left behind
By the ones who brought him
Into this harsh world

Where did they go?
Why did they leave?
Were things just too hard
For them to stay?
Did something awful happen?
Were they driven apart?
Maybe the child
Just wasn’t enough