In the quiet and small hours, a mind awake,
Thinking of home with untrifling heartache .
Unseen threads pull at the heart,
One and their home, a world apart.
A quiet, muted song,
for where one’s heart belongs.
In the quiet and small hours, a mind awake,
Thinking of home with untrifling heartache .
Unseen threads pull at the heart,
One and their home, a world apart.
A quiet, muted song,
for where one’s heart belongs.