Leave your shoes at the door.
Not because these are clean floors
There is a reason that means so much more.
Welcome to my home, welcome to my life
Respect is given at the doorsteps; that is what you will find
The honor you receive from me is a privilege, not a right
Who knows where you walked or where you been
No matter the path you take, there is no end
You walk it alone even if you are with friends
Welcome to my home, welcome to my life
Rest from your travels; you must be emotionally tired.
Memories of the past are lost in ignorance fire.
We look for truth out of lies; we look for facts out of feelings
In this recent reality, many of us wish we were dreaming
Injustice pressed to the back of the neck this is why we are kneeling
Welcome to my home, welcome to my life
Tell me of your journey I will tell you of mine
To find where our paths have crossed in the night.
These emotions coming and going like the wind is always blowing
Wondering what one finds its way out with words and tears
This is why confidence is a struggle for me when I can not see
Welcome to my home, welcome to my life
Look for acceptance for who I am and for who I could be
Our struggles might be different, but I still empathize with you.
©Copyright Thomas J. Dooley 2021
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