You who have traveled far, I'll be your home -
here you'll find respite, for surely you're worn.
Though you've lost everything, make me your own;
I'll share cruel burden you too long have borne.

You who have walked all this way through the storm,
I'll be your wind chime and harness the breeze;
Dissonant winds in my dance will transform
into a soothing song certain to please.

When you are weary, I'll cradle your head -
I'll be your lullaby, crooned soft and sweet.
I'll be the evening prayer said by your bed;
within my gentle words you can retreat.

When you need slumber, in my arms find rest;
I'll be your dreamcatcher all through the night.
I'll be the answer to all your requests.
Give to me all that's wrong, I'll return right.