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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 ~