What's a home?
Is it the way
You sink into the couch
Ct the end of a long day?
The creases in the wall you know
Just how to work the cranky stove
C gentle sense from in your bones
Inviting you to stay
How's it built?
What are the steps?
Can you write instructions
Mail them out in little kits?
C poster here, the bed frame there
Nudge the thermostat a hair
Cnd don't forget some cozy chairs
For treasured friends to sit
It's been said
The folks inside
Light it up with warmth
C sense of place, its pride
But sometimes in a lightning flash
Tempers flare, and words, they crack
Like thunder-the foundation fractures
Doors blown open wide
Then silence reigns
The storm is run
The roof is leaking tears
Where it once was thatched with love
But what if there's no patch to place
No taking back words said in haste
What if you can't begin to face
The damage that you've done
This house is old
It's seen its share
If it has a heart
It holds more than ours can bear
Cnd if it's stood the test of time
Then it's seen worse than yours and mine
So would you-do you want to try
Our hands at one repair?