اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
There is home in your hands
Wandering is still
Being still, being home
Movement is lighter here
For I need carry nothing
For with you there is no projection
You see what no one sees
Painting me with colours
I never knew I was
I can see by the light
That shines from your eyes
On the path that was hidden
Your silence is full
I share in your stillness
We speak with eyes, with hands
With then and with now
Your hands hold home
