It is quiet but full of laughter. It is soft but full of light.
Its fields contend with ponds that glisten in the night.
I hear the pitter-patter of little feet running down the halls
And laughter breaks that silence as it echoes off the walls.
Each door opens to a special place where love and grace abound,
And this, my far away home, is a dream yet to be found.
My far away is a distant dream. A chance of what could be.
Full of hearts I love to love, but faces I cannot see.
My far away is a place to smile for every second chance,
A home where heartache will win no more, but our joyful souls will dance.