Home

At the home the controlled is a piece
without respect living in silence.

stowed away, no one with time to care.
waiting for your call, silently you ball.
dreams of escaping to your home, where you can show the world you care.

In my home the silence brings peace
the respect at not being controlled.

on prominent display with love ones time we share
feels weird to be on the beck and call, silently you ball.
Dreams of Christ calling you home, leaving all worldly cares.