The sight of your eyes waking up
next to me
And two angelic faces
sleeping peacefully
As morning breaks into the room
constant & controlled
I see the things I love the most...
A sense of being Home
Hear the slaps of little feet
Pure laughter in its' prime
Touch a hand that reaches out
to follow or to guide
Smell a candle's reason to burn
A breeze that blows a wish
Taste the courage of apologies
The comforts of forgiveness
This is Home
A Family's Soul
Invisible & connected
This is Home
Like Faith & Love
Intangible & collected
Find Us here
The threads are sewn
and every round is tight
Find Us here
Where Goodness grows
We rest our heads each night.
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