Little bit of Songwriting

hang some lace at the window

a cup of tea on the table

tearing the edges of the paper

trying to make it mine

trying to feel like home.

we are pilgrams, aliens, foreigners

fighting to believe in what we do not see

My eyes have seen a city never seen before

Where even sparrows find a home

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