Rise Again
I wander alone under moonlit skies,
Holding tight to dreams that never die.
Through shadows deep, where doubts arise,
I carry hope, a spark that never lies
Heart of My Home
Flowers bloom, the door swings wide,
Vases gleam, trees stand with pride.
Sandy paths and giant trees,
A lovely light, a gentle breeze.
The gate, the fence, the garden bright,
Soft grass whispers in the light.
But none of this would shine or glow,
Without your heart to make it so.