I want my own home.
White crisp sheets on my bed with a hint of canary yellow in the embroidery of the pillows.
Flyaway Blue walls and wide open windows.
Cold wood floors that sing as I move along their panels.
I open my eyes and the sunlight rushes in;
Into all the darkness of my past.
'I am light and light I shall remain'
'I am light and light I shall remain'
There it sits, peaceful and still
Four porcelain legs holding all my weight as I sink
Into a blanket of sudsy water.
Lavender and Chamomile trace over my senses
My resting place
Where joy and love abound
This is my home.