I had a dream last night
Of an old man and a little girl
Who lived in a rickety old house
With a hundred other people
And they would move this house
From town to town
Every night they would settle somewhere new
The little girl would fall down stairs
And hurt herself from the ruckus of the old house
So she went up to the old man
Shaking on a ledge and asked
“Will I ever stop stumbling?”
The old man looked at the little girl and said
“You were never meant to be here
Your bones were made for the riches of life
But you got lost and ended up here
But as you grow and as you fall
Your bones will become strong
And soon you will call this place your home.”