A Home - Joyshop

A home is more than bricks and mortar

Built with stones and washed by waterfalls

A street is more than cars and people

Folks on mobiles making feeble calls

And I like you am far from home

And I am more than flesh and bone

A war is more than hurt and hustle

Why do people turn upon their own

For a man is more than blood and muscle

Lest he finds his dignity disowned

And what we all say in the evening will soon be forgotten by dawn

The morning will come without warning and we’ll fall asleep on the lawn

And while we all dream our bodies will rustle in the leaves

And in high esteem I’ll hold you 'cos you are dear to me

When I arrived in this dingy town nothing but my plimsolls touching the ground

I was a mess, a bed head, could have been left for dead

I did not know which way to turn because my bridges all were burned

But you who believed in me gave me new life;

reaffirmed my faith in a stranger

Now I feel loved, heavens above, I am lost in sweet surrender