Verse 1
Good morrow to the house where daylight spills,
Through half-drawn blinds and slowly brewing thrills.
Where paint-stained hands leave kingdoms on the floor,
And little feet run fast from room to door.
Mine lady Brit doth sit in gentle scroll,
With glowing glass that rolleth reel by reel in soul.
Yet lo, she laugheth soft at what she sees,
A stranger’s joy, a child upon her knees.
And oft I catch her in a sudden glance,
As if the world hath stopped its steady dance.
A truth breaks through the hum of daily chore—
“I love thee more than I had known before.”
Pre-Chorus
And faith doth sit between us like a flame,
Not loud, but steady, calling each by name.
Chorus (light, catchy, repeatable)
O house of soft and wild delight!
Where chaos beareth love each night.
O house of soft and wild delight!
We lose our calm, but find our life.
For in the mess we learn to see
The shape of what we’re meant to be.
O house of soft and wild delight!
We break, we laugh, we hold on tight.
Verse 2
Then cometh forth mine little painted sun,
Young Pumpkin fair, not yet what she’ll become.
With colors smeared like stars across her hands,
She builds her worlds no grown man understands.
She speaketh truths as children oft do give,
Unfiltered thoughts of how the moments live.
A simple thing, yet strikes me to the bone—
As if she speaks in wisdom not yet known.
She looketh up and saith with honest cheer,
As though the whole wide world were crystal clear.
And I forget the weight of grown man’s fight,
When she declares the day is simply bright.
Pre-Chorus
She hath no need to seek a hidden name,
She simply is—and I would be the same.
Chorus
O house of soft and wild delight!
Where chaos beareth love each night.
O house of soft and wild delight!
We lose our calm, but find our life.
For in the mess we learn to see
The shape of what we’re meant to be.
O house of soft and wild delight!
We break, we laugh, we hold on tight.
Bridge (more grounded, slightly deeper rap flow)
We clean the floors, then mess them once again,
A cycle carved in laughter, love, and pen.
Three beasts of fur run circles through the hall—
Buster, George, and Louie heed no call.
And Lola guardeth every passing sound,
While Gary floateth slowly, duty-bound.
A kingdom small, yet full of breath and noise,
Of sticky hands and broken plastic toys.
Yet in this court of chaos, I have learned:
The greatest gold is never truly earned.
It groweth where the simplest moments lie—
A painted hand, a laugh, a sleepy eye.
Final Chorus
O house of soft and wild delight!
Where chaos beareth love each night.
O house of soft and wild delight!
We lose our calm, but find our life.
For I have seen in fleeting, quiet light,
How love can turn the wrongs to right.
O house of soft and wild delight!
Stay loud, stay warm, stay ours tonight.
Outro
So let the paint remain upon the floor,
Let little footsteps echo evermore.
For when the years have gently turned the page,
I’ll miss this house of beautiful small rage.
