Hotel (Voice and Piano)

We are each like an hotel.

Ev'ry morning a new arrival.

Joy, sadness, meanness, awareness

All turn up as unexpected guests.

Embrace and entertain each one,

Be they a crowd of sorrows

Violently sweeping your house clean of its furniture,

Still: treat each guest with honour.

It may be a Spring-clean

To allow for some fresh delight.

The dark thought,

The blush of shame,

The stench of malice,

Greet them at the door with a smile.

Welcome them inside.

Be grateful for whoever visits.

Because each one has been sent

As a blessing from beyond.