Home is a place like a lover’s arms,
Comforting and warm, like fresh baked brownies.
When nothing is going right,
You can always turn to home

Empty and silent as it stands,
Abandoned until once again,
You return
With tears like crystals in your eyes.
The trials of the world on your shoulders,
A ball and chain that trails behind.
You can always turn to home.

Home is there to dry the tears,
And soothe with gentle silence, your fears.
When all others have you turned away,
As the sunshine does on a rainy day,
You can always turn to home.

Home is a place that’s all your own,
Its witnessed your celebrations and seen you grow.
And should the stars, like diamonds flashing so bright,
Not align,
You can always turn to home.

 
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