THE THREE AUNTS - ORIGINAL SONG
- Kelly Dailey
- Jan 6
- 2 min read
THE ERASED ANTHEM

[Intro]
The story of The Three Aunts
Is a story rarely told
It begins in the house on the hill
That never stood alone
[Verse 1]
The house sent word for help
“The children couldn’t sleep”
The work was piling up
The cracks were running deep
First Aunt came with open hands
Stayed longer than she planned
The house felt warm,
then need turned cold
That’s how it all began
[Chorus 1]
The house will call
The house will chase
It waits ’til love
Forgets its place
Ask too much, or linger too near
Notice when the patterns appear
That’s when love turns into threat
The house always collects its debt
[Bridge 1]
One Aunt answered the call
The House’s deck was stacked
One Aunt’s picture off the wall
One Aunt never came back
[Verse 2]
The house called out again
“The fire won’t stay lit”
The nights were growing long
The children wouldn’t settle in
Second Aunt came ready
Knew how to mend and stitch
The house fell hushed
When she fixed too much
That’s how she met her end
[Chorus 2]
The house will call
The house will wait
It knows your hand
It knows your fate
Fix too much, or stay too long
Notice when the patterns feel wrong
That’s when love turns into threat
The house always collects its debt
[Bridge 2]
Two Aunts answered the call
The house’s deck was stacked
Two Aunts gone from the wall
Two Aunts never came back
[Verse 3]
The house called soft for help
“The children fear the dark”
She knew the warnings whispered
She knew to guard her heart
Third Aunt came singing low
Just long enough to soothe
The shadows stewed
When she sang too true
That’s why it killed her tune
[Chorus 3]
The house will call
The house will wait
It knows your gift
It knows your fate
Sing too true, or speak too clear
Notice when the walls draw near
That’s when love turns into threat
The house always collects its debt
[Outro]
Three Aunts answered the call
The house’s deck was stacked
Three Aunts vanished from the wall
No Aunts came back
©WRITTEN BY: KELLY DAILEY
01/05/2026





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