One by one the knots we've tied [bad word] undone.
Like picking locks, we'll sow our seeds beneath the sun.
Our [bad word] is the rain,
With patience, that of saints

It grows and grows,
Our home sweet home.

It took me 27 years to wrap my head around this-
To [bad word] the ashes off of everything i love.
Where courage was contagious, confidence was key.

Right as rain, soft as snow,
It grows and grows and grows,
Our home sweet home.