Hundred Year Old House

The burned out remains where a family once lived; I don't know their secrets or crimes.
I stand here and look down the bricks that remain and wonder what happened. How time

can change a whole landscape; this place once so grim; before that, this place was a dream,
and now just the brick hole with grass all around, but no one remembers, it seems

that everything changes back to what it was; our shadows, quite long, look the same
as everyone else who has ever lived here; this same flesh, with new sounding names.

The family, who were they, and where have they gone, and what were their secrets or crimes?
I stand here and look down the bricks that remain, and know they're exactly like mine.