Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The House That Built Me

In this post I just want to share a song that has a lot of meaning to me. It is Miranda Lambert’s newest song & as soon as I heard it, it touched me in so many ways. It explains so much about childhood and how the contents of our childhood truly shape who we become. My childhood was not always roses, but nonetheless it has made me a stronger person & shaped me into the woman I am today. As I hear the song & read the words, I can’t help but reflect back on my childhood memories & think of “the house that built me.”



The House That Built Me


I know they say you can’t go home again. I just had to come back one last time. Maam I know you don't know me from Adam. But these handprints on the front steps are mine. And up those stairs, in that little back bedroomis where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar. And I bet you didn’t know under that live oakmy favorite dog is buried in the yard.


I thought if I could touch this place or feel it this brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here it’s like I’m someone else, I thought that maybe I could find myself if I could just come in I swear I’ll leave. Won’t take nothing but a memory from the house that built me.


Mama cut out pictures of houses for years. From Better Homes and Garden magazines. Plans were drawn, concrete poured,and nail by nail and board by board Daddy gave life to mama’s dream.


I thought if I could touch this place or feel it this brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here it’s like I’m someone else, I thought that maybe I could find myself. If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave. Won’t take nothing but a memoryfrom the house that built me.


You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can. I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am.


I thought if I could touch this place or feel it this brokenness inside me might start healing. Out here it’s like I’m someone else, I thought that maybe I could find myself. If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave. Won’t take nothing but a memoryfrom the house that built me.

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