A home,
A nest,
A place near you altar,
A lasting rest,
I lay this sleeping-bag-body down,
I lay my home,
Where ever your heart is,
It's were the start was,
It's where the end is,
That's my home.
It has a door,
That's open to strangers.
Closed to the dangers,
A welcome, cosy fortress,
My mattress,
Is in you.
When I sleep.
When I wake.
I am with you.
When I sleep.
If I make,
My bed on the far side of the sea,
When I wake.
You're with me.
My home,
My home,
My home.
Sunday 26 May 2013
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