The Fire of Home

Dove wings, in starless night; Stretched out, in feeble flight; See a quick, slight glimmer of light; See a spark of hope ignite; On a cold, dark night. The fire in murky night; Warms all who land; It’s the place of peace, of love, of safety; On a cold, dark night. The fire is life, the fire is hope; The fire is a light amid the dark; And it shall not go out; It is on home’s hearth. It is home’s fire. And it can warm a cold, dark night.