greetings.

Today, we went to a refugee camp. Some played with kids. I played music with Alida, Justen, and Silvia for some 20-30 ish guys. They really appreciated our music! It was really cool.

The song that touched the most is called White House.

Here are the lyrics I wrote with Alida's help. Hopefully you can here a recording eventually.

White House by Blomsten

Four white chairs,

Standing as they should.

Leave them there,

Don't mess up what you are told.

Crisp white shirts,

Standing in a row.

Hold that pose,

Don't mess up what you are told.

We can be,

everything,

the world wants to see.

Do you know,

This is what you're worth.

A couch untouched,

This house is not a home.

Chin up dear,

You can't cry in here.

But what's of me?

My feelings I can not feel.

We can be,

everything,

the world wants to see.

We can be,

anything,

the world wants to see.

All is well,

We have no problems here.