Human Life House

Each day we lose so many, so much. And I wait, singing songs and writing poems in a human life house. And all are welcome, no matter the color of your skin, the sound of your voice, the darkness of your heart. We wait for those who want to part, but want to stay. We sing these songs, we wipe your tears, we read our stories, we listen to yours whether it's finished or not. We will send beams of light to guide you home, No matter how deep your personal Hell. And to those who fell asleep in a bed of flowers, becoming one of them, Thank you. You fought for who you are and your story will be sung from the highest rooftops. Your spirit shall fly high like a robin. And if you're on the edge of being one of these I ask you this, Will you turn out the light, Or be a human life house?