[Verse 1] There’s a house at the end of Cedar Lane, White shutters, wind chimes, and a weathervane. Used to hear two small voices dancing through the air, Like tiny sparrows rising everywhere. But seasons changed faster than they should’ve that year— Storm rolled in quietly, then never cleared. And now the breeze feels heavier than before, ’Round the house with the open door. [Chorus] She keeps the door cracked wide like they’ll wander back home, Leaves the porch light burning though she sits there alone. Waters empty garden beds though nothing will grow, Talks to the sky like there’s someone she still knows. Grief’s a quiet shadow sleeping on her floor— In the house with the open door. [Verse 2] Her curtains don’t flutter like they used to do, Like even the wind knows to tread softly through. She sets out three cups in the morning for tea, One for her, two for the memories. Town folk say time heals, but they’re just passing by— They don’t hear her late-night lullabies. Love doesn’t vanish, it just aches a little more, In the house with the open door. [Chorus] She keeps the door cracked wide like they’ll wander back home, Leaves the porch light burning though she sits there alone. Waters empty garden beds though nothing will grow, Talks to the sky like there’s someone she still knows. Grief’s a quiet shadow sleeping on her floor— In the house with the open door. [Bridge] Some mornings she steps outside and hums to the sun, Says, “I’m still here, even though my heart came undone.” And maybe one day she’ll learn how to breathe once more, But healing takes its time to find her door. [Final Chorus] Still, she keeps the door cracked wide like they’ll wander back home, Leaves the porch light burning though she stands on her own. Her love runs deeper than the pain she endures— That’s the truth I’ve learned living next door. ’Cause some hearts break open but shine even more… Like hers, In the house with the open door.