Your home isn’t a home yet.
You decided to introduce yourself earlier than expected.We weren’t surprised though.
You have been ready to arrive.
Your home isn’t a home yet.
Your long but fragile body,
laying on a soft sea of cottons.
Wires attached, on every part of you
like vines wrapped around a tree.
Your home isn’t a home yet.
Those vines doing the job they are supposed to do
Beep, beep, beep, beep
The sounds drown out slowly.
I look down to you, my baby I say.
You are not my own, but I will love you and take care of you,
just like those vines do.
I will always be there for you.
Your home is now a home.
