The braille of our nation’s Soul

Like someone putting their hand up

Like someone digging deep

The braille of our nation’s Soul

You feel it across all communities

And all communities feel it

Feeling our way, young and old

We’re all feeling our way,

For a feeling called home

The nature of our tears,

is to find a home in each other’s eyes,

find some reason, some way,

between the tides

The nature of our blood is to find,

every other heart that’s not our own,

and still recognise home

Image: ‘Braille’ / flickr