I left the house without a fence.
It once had a fence. A strong wind knocked it down.

I pack my bag, I wipe my tears off and walk away.
I don't turn back to look at it.

The house whispers to me to take a last look, to not leave, I resist.
I used to love this house, I still do but I can not stay in it anymore.

The fence is down. Who would want to stay in a house without a fence?
The fence..... the wind has destroyed it.