mama cut out pictures of houses for years. 
From ‘Better Homes and Garden’ magazines. 
Plans were drawn, concrete poured, 
and nail by nail and board by board 
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream. 

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it 
this brokenness inside me might start healing. 
Out here its like I’m someone else, 
I thought that maybe I could find myself. 
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave. 
Won’t take nothing but a memory 
from the house that built me. – miranda lambert, the house that built me