Open space.
Rays of light.
There’s potential here.
Over here a couch.
In this space a table.
Imagine laughter here.
And conversation there.
Long afternoons writing just here.
Picture it.
Maybe just maybe this could be home.
Open space.
Rays of light.
There’s potential here.
Over here a couch.
In this space a table.
Imagine laughter here.
And conversation there.
Long afternoons writing just here.
Picture it.
Maybe just maybe this could be home.
Where is your home, little one?
Are you lost?
It’s ok. Take my hand. I’ll lead you to the promised land.
Do you need a home, somewhere to stay?
A place where you know, you’ll always be safe?
What is home?
A feeling or place?
Come with me, we’ll find it together, wherever it may be.