Glorious Ghosts

These old boards bow with time
As years go by, we fortify
We build, we break, we start again
We mend, we make, we settle in

We have tried to measure to true
and fallen short a time or two
We fix we fight, we remediate
We love hard what we create

Empty rooms, the boys are grown
Now we have half a home
Same old house, but not the same
Same old house, but so much space

We can get an early start
Haunting is a lonely art
We'll drift, we'll soar, we'll illuminate
We'll fly, we'll roar, we'll celebrate