I have nothing
but smiles to adore,
An open window inviting
a good turn of the wind.

From what I run
is defeated,
But I am not yet won,
Nor the work completed.

Toiling in a stranger’s deeds,
In a shirt I cannot weave,
If I cannot clothe myself…
Where do I find shelter?

Freedom is your embrace,
Fall from heaven,
And it’s grace,
Thank God I have no place –

But in your arms,
Sister, brother
Help me welcome home another.