Home is where the heart is
Home is where the pain is
Home is where you learned,
How to walk
To ride a bike
To drink
To cuss
To hurt
And to love

Home taught you what tolerance Is
Home taught you not everyone is perfect
Home taught you that you're never really at home,
Until you make yourself home

Home is another word for love
Love doesn't always workout
And sometimes being home,
Is like the worst love story ever
Sometimes the love story turns into a horror
And the bridegroom on the edge of the balcony
Wishing to jump off
Hoping to jump,
Into someone's arms
Someone who can save them
From this Broken home