help me build a home
i need to belong here with you
alone in my soul i first
built a house of sand, then a house of stone
i left them for wind and weather, time and tide
i could not dwell in either
i preferred to wander
to dream beneath the stars, homeless
i cannot live without shelter, without warmth
a cold heart is the price of freedom,
and it is killing me
help me build a home
i need to grow old here with you
my vagabond heart cannot remain untethered
give me rest, give me shelter,
and together
we will dream of more than stars
we will wander a different expanse
the living maps of human spirit
inked in our hearts
we will find what we live for
as one
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