North

North - Sleeping At Last

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we will call this place our home

the dirt in which our roots may grow

though the storms will push and pull

we will call this place our home

we'll tell our stories on these walls

every year measures, how tall

and just like a work of art

we'll tell our stories on these walls

let the years we're here be kind, be kind

let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide