A home is not four walls
With a roof above your head
Nor is it where you go at night
Wherever you are fed
But, it’s something else entirely
That can rarely be explained
It’s more like a feeling
Not where you are contained
Your home is in your being
Buried somewhere in your soul
Your home can be no one else’s
It’s a part that makes you whole
If you take your wildest dreams
And mix with fantasies
A drop of Sky, a dab of Land
And a sprinkle of the Sea
And dance to what your mind has made
And watch your spirit soar
Sing until your heart breaks
Then end with a deafening roar
You will journey to your peace of Home
Your soul, heart, dreams combined
For Home is not a building
But rather a state of mind
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