Old bus stops in a dusty line
Travelers drift with no clear sign
You pour tea for the aching few
Letting welcome filter through
Coins fall short on a winter ride
Fear grows thick where the poor reside
Your warm voice lifts the silent plea
Turning strangers into family
Paths entwine through your empathy
Lives grow safe in your sanctuary
Happiness thrives where hearts agree—
Home is born where your love turns strangers into family