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you're welcome. welcome here. welcome into my life welcome into my heaven and my hell here meet my demons and the Angels that help me fight them welcome here where music is sometimes the only way I can feel welcome to your new home welcome to a broken home that has adopted habits and mannerisms that make the walls sag and groan with pains a home that fosters echoing memories welcome home to emptiness aching for fulfillment welcome home to a mess on the floor the kind that everyone else just stepped over and ignored except you you bent down and quietly picked up the shards of shattered beliefs you showed them to me and said "let's put this back together" and we did we sat at the coffee table that before was just another trip hazard now serves as the foundation for the picture we're putting together piece by piece and suddenly I'm laughing and the walls are brightly colored and there are windows open to a grand sunrise and for the first time I realized I had stopped holding my breath because I didn't have to count to a million failures to find a fresh start
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
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you're welcome. welcome here. welcome into my life welcome into my heaven and my hell here meet my demons and the Angels that help me fight them welcome here where music is sometimes the only way I can feel welcome to your new home welcome to a broken home that has adopted habits and mannerisms that make the walls sag and groan with pains a home that fosters echoing memories welcome home to emptiness aching for fulfillment welcome home to a mess on the floor the kind that everyone else just stepped over and ignored except you you bent down and quietly picked up the shards of shattered beliefs you showed them to me and said "let's put this back together" and we did we sat at the coffee table that before was just another trip hazard now serves as the foundation for the picture we're putting together piece by piece and suddenly I'm laughing and the walls are brightly colored and there are windows open to a grand sunrise and for the first time I realized I had stopped holding my breath because I didn't have to count to a million failures to find a fresh start
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
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