There’s an empty house on the end of a lane. It is quiet; desolate; completely hidden from the rest of the world. The way I want to be. I don’t care for fame, and no, glory amongst the finest is not for me. I wish for a home-away-from-home. A secret place to hide away from the rest of the world. A sight filled with peace for the worried. A place of rest for the weary. Oh, sweet sweet serenity. It is calling me.