Home's where the heart is.
It's where sorrow passes by.
And where joy always finds its way.

For some, it's where the world is.
For some, it's where the world ends.
Over time though, I've learned.
It's no place any map can trace.

Home is the nights we've spent.
Contemplating our lives.
The jokes we make,
The things we do on a dime.
The laughs, the tears, and that beautiful smile.
Where words are never words,
Where a single look is a million years.
Home, is my pillar.
My fountain of youth.
Home is where anything can be truth.

Home is always just in view.
Home is me, when I'm with you.