The Wagon

The wagon is empty.
Where have you gone?
The wagon is empty.
But I'm still holding on.

Mother and sister,
wait at the house.
While my heart blisters,
as I stand still like a mouse.

The flowers have grown,
so beautiful and tall.
Your coldness was as stone,
when you walked past the wall.

The wagon is empty,
and where did you go?
The wagon, is empty.
I wish it wasn't so.

The house still stands there,
and your spirit is still around.
You'll always be welcome here,
Though you left, without a sound.

I stand in the midst,
of where we spent time.
How could you leave me like this?
Your problem was mine.

The wagon is empty,
Where have you gone?
The wagon is empty...
But I'm still holding on.