We open the lock
On the front door
We believe it is our own home
Sometimes we dream
We have no home
A silent tragedy
Fading into the stars
A place we have
Almost come near to
Many a time
We switch on the blue light
Blue makes us calm
Like her dress
Soft as clouds
Cool as raindrops
Our head dizzy
Full of stories
Father told us
So far away
Yet tucked in our blood cells
The very heart of who we are
We look out of the window
There are birds nesting in the trees
Flowers waiting to bloom
The wind speaks in whispers
You are home
You are home
It is a prayer we believe
A place we can trust.
