We stand at the ruins of our once home
Now a stump smoldered with charcoal chalk and dull dark dust
The tree where two Canterlot visitors lived together
Where two friends found a new home forever
Stares lifelessly like a tombstone straight at us
We stand at the ruins of our once home
All the memories, escaping from the rain with our friends
Telling ghost stories by the flashlight
Jumping when we hear a thud in the night
No more of those memories here at this end
We stand at the ruins of our once home
All the memories, learning friendship and camaraderie
Writing letters to the princess beneath our oak tree
Gentle nights together just you and me
Now those times here only live in memory
We stand at the ruins of our once home
We realize our library home is forever gone
We hold each other with tears and many a sigh
We close our eyes but find a way to smile
We have each other so our Home lives on