Little House

I fall on the floor
Before when it was carpet
Hit my face on the doorknob
Soon the blood has stained my clothing

You were made with my heart in your mind
But I had no choice but to resign
My lonely bones to find a home
I just assumed that I would never go

[?] the garden
[?] in the magic of the forest
Fallen maple seeds and the old apple tree
My resting place it ought to be

They can put a price on [?]
But they'll never put a price on my truth
You'll still watch the sun always rise
And wish that I didn't say goodbye