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At the end of Maple Drive, In the town of Abilene, Sits a solitary house, Whose window holds a scene In the midst of all the trees, And all the bushes too, There is that one window From where a man looks at you His features shows no emotions, His eyes are dark and vague The blankness of this man Spreads through you like the plague He lives by his lonely self, He has no family or friends There's just the continual staring, For which there is no end He seems to blend into his home, So well behind that glass, So long will he sit there, until all time will pass He seems to care for no one, And no one cares for him, Though the sun shines all around, Forever will the house be dim This old man you see inside Has something that keeps him apart, Though he seems to be complete, He can hold no love in his heart That is why in this beautiful home, There lies a tortured soul, There is a man with no face, A man who can never be whole So when you visit Abilene, And the end of Maple Drive, You'll see that old staring man, Sitting, barely alive. ~ |