A House Called Giving-爱在雲天

A House Called Giving

歌手:爱在雲天

时间:2025-12-10

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Red brick wall with a tired gate

Porch light waits till the evenings late

Every room with a different chair

Saved for souls arriving bare

Soup boils warm in a dented pot

Shared till nothing cold is left in the lot

Fresh sheets folded on a secondhand bed

Peace laid down where the worries bled

Laughter rings through a narrow hall

Paint peels soft on a leaning wall

Every crack wears a golden seam

Mended once by a stubborn dream

Happiness hums in a fragile space

Built of crumbs from uncounted grace

Love turns humble walls immense

Every life a new incense

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