I met you years ago
In a building tired and warm
Where the voices of children carried
Its bricks weathered many a storm
In a building tired and warm
Now cold and left behind
Its heat all but forgotten, its warmth impossible to find
Where the voices of children carried
Now silence fills its halls
No crying can be heard here, no laughter off its walls
Its bricks weathered many a storm
They crack and crumble now
The wind whistles through them, and longing the gaps allow
Jayden is an eighteen-year-old high school senior in rural southern Illinois. She grew up in a small town with a farming background, and is also a PFC in the Illinois Army National Guard, having enlisted as a Horizontal Construction Engineer. She plans on attending college in this area and earning a degree in Civil Engineering. She enjoys movies, drawing, working out and spending time with friends.