A Childs Home

Come along child,

No need to fear.

No need to shed,

Your precious tears.

Not a reason to feel,

That you're all alone.

Come with me child,

And we can head home.

To the place where the sun,

Makes diamonds out of rocks.

Where everyone will praise,

What others must mock.

Where the flowers are in plenty,

And the family is true.

Come with me child,

Their waiting for you.