Finding Home

Finding Home Travelled and flew, through rain and hail, Following an invisible trail, Country to country, town to town, To find a place to call their own. The one place that called to them, That one in a million little gem, Found the spot to settle and sleep, The right place, the right house to keep. Across the globe, many more were being built, For without a home you just might wilt, Maybe you’ll feel like a tiny mouse, Or perhaps you don’t always need a house. You learned to walk and learned to talk, Stumbled and played and cried like a hawk, May your house be in ruins and parts, Your home will always be in your heart.