Little ray of Sun greets me through the trees
Shining down on a lonely beam, I see me
Sitting on the floor, cramped into a small space
Hoping it doesn't go away

So i pick up the ink and picture it
A little one story house in the suburbs
Two guiding lights on my side
Hoping the breeze won't carry them away

When I go and see what's on the other side
Hold my hand and tell me: Will it feel like home?
When I can sit down and breathe deeply with no guilt
Will it feel like home?
When I let my colors paint the sky and won't care who tries to fade them
Will that feel like home?