In the realm of dreams, a house stands tall,
Its name is Thomas, proud and all.
Yet wear and tear, time’s relentless flow,
Have brought this dwelling to a state of woe.

But fear not, dear heart, for hope resides,
Within my spirit, where my strength abides.
The House of Thomas shall rise anew,
Transformed by the dreams that live in myself.

With hammer and nails, tear down the past,
Clear out the debris, let go at last.
From foundation to roof, rebuild your core,
Craft a sanctuary like never before.

Each room a canvas, a fresh start,
Unburdened by wishes that tore me apart.
No more illusions, no family’s plight,
Just a space for myself, bathed in self-light.

Floors sturdy and strong, beneath your feet,
Symbolizing the ground where my dreams will meet.
Walls, once barriers, now open wide,
Allowing my spirit to soar and glide.

Paint with the colors of my own soul,
Creating a haven where I am whole.
No longer shackled to foolish desires,
Embrace the freedom that self-love inspires.

Let go of the hopes that weighed me down,
And embrace the truth that in myself is found.
For within my home, I’ll find my way,
Unveiling the brilliance of each new day.

So rebuild, dear Thomas, reclaim your space,
Craft my sanctuary with love and grace.
The House of Thomas, reborn anew,
A testament to the strength in you.