It stands tall upon the land
but it doesn't carry pride.
The door is a dark brown
and it welcomes all inside.
Some have entered quietly
into this house upon a hill.
Safe inside with good feeling
it shines ever brightly still.
Happiness holds up the walls
where people come and go.
There is no sign of violence
inside where love can grow.
The old house is full of peace
and a light keeps kindness there.
Everybody shares a smile
and there is no evil glare.
Respect keeps it from falling
and the heart acts as a guide.
It has held up over the years
Because of the beauty felt inside.
People fill the halls and rooms
and treat each other great.
This old house is what we need
in a world where there is hate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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