Joan Shelley
Home
Home
I see home
I see home
Pushing through the trees
Home
Overgrown

Home
First thought home
Child drawn home
It was all I saw
Home
Making me

Walls fit and formed me
Humans sweetened and flawed me

Home
I left home
Wounded home
To use its sound and tone
Overgrown
Overgrown

Loosed, no care
Moved, who's free now, now?
Home
I see home
I see home
Pushing through the trees
Home
Overgrown
Overgrown

Who's in the window?
And who lives there now, now?
Stopped in the driveway
No way in and no way out, out

Home