Number 3 in the mansion series, will you visit?
The mansion sits upon the hill,
It's stately profile gleams.
From high atop it's widow's walk,
Surveying lands of dreams.
A kingly place there is no doubt,
Of marble and of stone,
It sparkles in the morning's light,
Up on it's hill alone.
All who would look upon this sight,
The splendor would impress.
That would not see the place is filled,
With ice cold loneliness.
The many rooms need to be filled,
With love and yes with you.
With many children playing games,
And happy laughter too.
But gone your are, you've left this world,
You're just a memory.
But you're still here within my heart,
That makes you real to me.
This house with all it's spendid rooms,
I built because of love.
Before we got to share it though,
You went to live above.
But in this mansion on it's hill,
I feel you here with me.
And in the land that it surveys,
Still in my heart you'll be.
I'll pray to be with you.
And if that prayer's not answered,
I'll pray tomorrow too.