This house

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This house has been standing for some hundred years
Its big walls have been crossed by joy and by fear
I know that every room is full of ancient stories
Of birth and death, of shame and also of glory
But, now it’s my turn to show
That, I can be part of all
Through my heart and my work

Here I can discover everyday some more
About an ancient and so fascinating world
And I can see into every single stone
A message made of images and of words
Digging under the old floor
I reach the past in a blow
There is so much to learn

In this Land so ancient I was born 
And it will rot for sure my bones 
And in this house, I will build my nest 
To esc from the chaos and to find some rest 

Yes, my ancestors are looking at me 
They know that I need to believe 
That I’m protected when I stay here 
And I will be helped to dry my tears 

And while I discover in the old documents
some interesting stories and coincidence
There are the round pebbles under the next floor
and beams are made by elm or sometimes by oak
I am soaked into hope
while I tread on gutted floors
Is this the right weft to draw?

The toils will be faced through the will-power
until my mind is rapt in this way so utter
sometimes there will be bounty and mirth
among the oaks and the ash trees
but I guess some other times
the path will be upright
and I will need my forbearance  

In this Land so ancient I was born 
And it will rot for sure my bones 
And in this house, I will build my nest 
To esc from the chaos and to find some rest 

Yes, my ancestors are looking at me 
They know that I need to believe 
That I’m protected when I stay here 
And I will be helped to dry my tears