A Place to Call Home

A rainbow On a rain blown hillside Miles from home Caught at the turn of the tide With toes in the grass And shadows seeking murky hollows home Our heads held low And futures built of ash and bone Inside this beating heart of mine A place to call home A place of our own A long goodbye Blooming alone in an empty house The sounds of children Laughing and splashing in the shallows now A blurred line Between the arrival and departure signs A proud armoire Emptied for the last time Inside this beating heart of mine A place to call home A place of our own A place to call home A place to call home