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.

We'll try to document this light,
With cameras to our eyes,
In an effort to remember
What being mended feels like.

We're home sweet home.