To build a home
There is a house built out of stone.
Wooden floors, walls and windowsills.
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust.
This is a place where I don’t feel alone,
This is a place where I feel at home.
And I built a home
For you,
For me.
Until you disappeared
From me,
From you.
And now, it’s time to leave and turn to dust.
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it’s knees
By the cracks of his skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
Held on as tightly as you held onto me
Held on as tightly as you held onto me.
And, I built a home
For you
For me
Until you disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it’s time to leave and turn to dust.
