The House That Built Me

I heard this song on the radio for the first time, the other day, and I nearly had to pull over because of the impact it had on me.   I literally had goose bumps from head to toe because of how much I related to the lyrics.  

I would give anything for one more walk through that house... just to have one last look at the home where so many great memories were made.  I dream about it all the time. Literally.  I have a recurring dream where I wake up... back in my tiny little room with the pink-heart-wallpaper... and I can hear Dad whistling in the kitchen.  It's very bittersweet.  Anyway... I thought I would share.  For those of you that lost parents... or the home that "built you", enjoy.  (Below are the lyrics... If your speakers are turned up, it's playing on my blog as well)  

THE HOUSE THAT BUILT ME

by Miranda Lambert

I know they say you can’t 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

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom

Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar

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 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 you

From Better Homes and Gardens magazine

Plans were drawn and concrete poured

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 memory

From the house that built me

You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can

I got lost in this old 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 just come in I swear I’ll leave

Won’t take nothing but a memory

From the house that built me