Monday, August 16, 2010

30 Day Journal - Day 16: A Song That Makes Me Cry



Day 16:
A Song that Makes Me Cry

The House That Built Me by Miranda Lambert

This song reminds me of my Momma and Daddy and my childhood home growing up.  They say there is no place like "home" and for me that house was my home, a place I could always return, where I was loved and happy.  It was the House that Built Me and that contained the memories that made me who I am today.  My Daddy died in 2005 and my Momma was forced to sell the house, leaving me without the home I'd loved for so long.  It was just a house, but there IS no place like home.



The House That Built Me Lyrics


I know they say you cant go home again.
I just had to come back one last time.
Ma'am 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 bedroom
is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar.
And I bet you didn't know under that live oak
my 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 its 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 its 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.

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 its 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 memory
from the house that built me.

1 comment:

  1. This is such a precious song.
    It brought tears to my eyes.
    I would love to go back and visit.
    I have since left the state I was raised in and those homes are just not the same, they tell me.
    If I went back I might face heartbreak instead.

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