[Verse 1]
Come home, little light, if you still know the way,
Past the torn old numbers and the places that sway,
Past the wrong first welcome and the bright borrowed dome,
Past the road that forgot you — come home, little one, home.

[Verse 2]
You were counted out wrong where the tall pines bend,
Where the bells spoke first and the sums wouldn’t mend,
But a name isn’t gone just because it went thin,
And a door can remember who should have come in.

[Chorus]
So come home, little light,
Come home if you can,
There’s a place that still holds
The shape of your hand.
Not every lost thing
Stays lost in the cold —
Come home, little light.
Be counted. Be told.

[Verse 3]
There’s a lantern for truth and a seam for return,
And a house that has waited with one window turned,
And the road may be broken and the years may be long,
But the right kind of calling can still carry on.


[Chorus]
So come home, little light,
Come home if you can,
There’s a place that still holds
The shape of your hand.
Not every lost thing
Stays lost in the cold —
Come home, little light.
Be counted. Be told.