A home had been made
Where comfort wasn’t near
Mingling strangers gave solace, and a head was laid.
Not a single sureness of whether night would fall, drop by drop,
but the breeze knew before it all.

Torn down, destruction was made, more beautiful than what was laid.
A blissful loss, when companionship has no runt.

So let the noise disrupt this life
Cause a head could lay wherever a home had been made.