Home in Our Hands

The porch light hums as the evening falls,

Little feet scatter down the hall,

Dinner plates clink, stories unfold,

This house is young, but the love feels old.

We built this life with calloused hands,

Planted roots in borrowed land,

Through the storms and shifting sands,

Love's the home we understand.

Lullabies hum in a worn-out chair,

Sunlight dances on her golden hair,

He learns to swing, she learns to sew,

We teach 'em all the things we know.

Through sleepless nights and busy days,

We find the beauty in the fray.

We built this life with calloused hands,

Planted roots in borrowed land,

Through the storms and shifting sands,

Love's the home we understand.

Time moves fast, but the heart holds still,

The laughter echoes, the quiet fills,

Years may come, and years may go,

But this is the place our hearts will grow.