Moss
When I stand utop the hill
I see our house still.
We’ve lived their five years
Through fun, laughter and some tears.
A new build, strong and steady.
We watched for a year as they got it ready.
Brick by brick, window by window.
Up it went grow grow grow.
Our home, rising from the ground,
It’s foundations, strong, sound.
In those five years we’ve lived so well.
Our …
