[00:26.67]We will call this place our home,
[00:32.29]The dirt in which our roots may grow.
[00:38.18]Though the storms will push and pull,
[00:44.99]We will call this place our home.
[00:51.91]We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
[00:57.79]Every year, measure how tall.
[01:03.97]And just like a work of art,
[01:10.44]We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
[01:17.16]Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
[01:23.89]Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
[01:30.70]Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
[01:38.10]Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
[01:45.70]A little broken, a little new.
[01:51.50]We are the impact and the glue.
[01:57.41]Capable of more than we know,
[02:03.81]We call this fixer-upper home.
[02:10.28]With each year, our color fades.
[02:15.78]Slowly, our paint chips away.
[02:21.57]But we will find the strength
[02:25.50]And the nerve it takes
[02:29.19]To repaint and repaint and repaint every day.
[02:41.57]Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
[02:48.39]Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
[02:55.24]Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
[03:02.53]Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
[03:09.32]Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
[03:15.41]Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
[03:22.14]Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
[03:29.99]Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
[03:36.80]Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
[03:45.30]Smaller than dust on this map
[03:51.24]Lies the greatest thing we have:
[03:57.48]The dirt in which our roots may grow
[04:04.92]And the right to call it home.