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You are my solid brick house
And I am merely a guest
Am I welcome here?
For a day, a week, a year?
If I leave
Am I welcome to come back?
Or am I banished from the land
Never to be seen again.
You opened your doors to me
When I was lying in the snow
The warmth of your fire
Glowing through your door
You taunted me
And it felt like you shut the door
In my face
Am I now an enemy?
A lost child of yours
You are the solid brick house
I stand on top of
But the ice
It has made me slip
And I’m hanging and holding on
Slowly and painfully I’m letting go
And slipping
Your arms
They catch me
And pull me back inside
Laying me down on the couch by the fire
Wondrous smells filling the house
Bringing me back to the quiet place
You are my solid brick house