Growing up, on our street, on any given night,
you could look in through our front window
and you would see a familiar sight.
That old couch was not just any couch of white.
It was really something more.
It was a time machine, a passageway, a secret wardrobe door
Just ask my siblings two
And they will tell it just the same,
That each night we’d sit together and travel to worlds of different names.
The crisp smell of cut apples
And dad sleeping on the floor
Our mother read us stories that we’d never heard before.
On that couch we learned to dream
We learned to laugh and learned to cry
We learned some stories leave you sad, and you can’t quite be sure why.
A boy with a scarred forehead
taught us to be brave and believe in love
And that when the world is darkest, you’ll see light from up above.
Two hobbits taught us courage,
that no matter what your size
You can accomplish anything with your friends right by your side.
And in Narnia we were given
faith and taught to just believe.
A very grown up tale that we now can apperceive.
Yes, that couch was like no other
For it taught us many things.
The lessons to prepare us for the challenges life brings.
That old white couch was no ordinary thing
Just ask us that were there…
It was really something more
It was a time machine, a passageway, a secret wardrobe door.