Circles on the ceiling fallnpast the photos hanging on the wallnhalls holding history of my father as a boynnNow dishes fill a dirty sinknit's a beautiful but bitter drinknwhen God in all His wisdomntakes the people that you love the mostnnWhen the walls close innand it's hard to breathenmay the ones you lovenbe the ones you keepnnFireflies in a jarncracked and broken old guitarnI was just 11 in the house where my father livednnNo one lives here anymorenthere's no one left to creak the hallway floornand even though they're full of lightnit's just so hard to let good people gonnWhen the walls close innand it's hard to breathenmay the ones you lovenbe the ones you keepnnWhen you're standing tallnwhen you're cut off at the kneesnmay the ones you lovenbe the ones you keepnmay the ones you lovenbe the ones you keep