Parched

The lights in this house are all dimmed.
How does it stand, with its foundation crumbling in?
Dusty and dry,
You cannot pry
Open its doors.
Someone crack open a window;
This darkness needs to dwindle.
Wash her with water.
Bring her back to who brought her,
For she is weak.
This is she
Who has less life
Than the driest places of the earth.