Home

Your home of bone and stone is strong,
And it protects you.
In it, you are sheltered:
       Rain raps against the roof;
       Light livens the long night.
Outside, you are wary:
       Cold creeps into your clothes;
       Wolves wait within the woods.
So your home of bone and stone is strong,
And it protects you.
In it, you are sheltered,
       fearful, and alone.
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