Turning the tides in a sea which doesn't fight back

Groups of houses,
Row on row,
Staring back at you, didnt you know?
The house you grew up in,
At the lower income part of town;
It still loves you every day
For hours upon hours,
For houses don't move.
But people do.
Love seen not felt is not worth giving;
Hurting the ones who matter most.
Me.