Analysis of Home

The chasms in which I layed to sleep
No longer will I yearn for its icy cold grip,
The shades that gave me comfort,
The rocks that guided me to my kip,
Praying to wake,
I now slumber in the warmth of your light, Where song birds provide the chorus to our lullaby,
The flowers that I lay thy head so the gentle kisses will give you comfort.
May the moon light bring forth the beauty so I may savor it.
I fear no more the days behind me,
For the sins of the past are forgotten,
May my heart be your home and your be mine.