Relic of A Bygone Age

Silenty it stands
Halls empty
Rooms empty
All empty
But not dead

 

Only sleeping
Slumbering deeply
Dreaming it's dreams
Dreams of happy times
Dreams of memories
Dreams of yesterday

 

Waiting for the day
Waiting for love
Waiting for laughter
Waiting for life itself

 

Life both new and old
To let it awaken
To let it breathe
To let it see
To let it live

 

To bring it back
Back to glory
Back to splendor
Back to it's heydey
Back to itself

 

To restore it
It's pride
It's luster
It's elegance
It's simple joy

 

To give it back
The one thing
It craves the most
It's one sole desire
Above all others

 

To give it back
It's dignity