The light brings me hope,
Upon a sky with dark lines
Drawn in a shadow of memories,
With words I cannot explain.
Destruction is quiet,
While the car goes away.
A message travel across oceans,
Far away from you and me.
The future carries the garden
That in the suburbs helps us breath
A different kind of wind
Shapes us to be ourselves.
Home is not a place but a time,
And I hope it can be back.
The only way we can find safety
Is in our light, that never goes out.
