Mountains melt into valleys and
you suddenly find yourself in shadowlands
where all of life seems out of your hands
don’t think you’ve got no one left

Here’s a key to my front door
got a pillow if you lost yours
you got a seat at my table
you’ve got a home

Here’s somebody who believes you
let truth remind you
you’ve always got a place to go to
you’ve got a home

Rain has come for all of us
pours out a different tune for everyone
there’s rhythm and rhyme inside the dissonance
we’ll listen for it side by side

~ You've Got a Home, Christa Wells ~