Its fun to travel, far away,
To run and swim, and laugh and play,
But its best to be home, at the end of the day,
With the people who love you true,
No matter what you do,
Home is the place you can turn to,
But home is wherever your loved ones are,
Not just a place you live, and sleep.
Some people even make a home in a car,
If love is there, your at home in the street.
Home is a place, that lives in the face
Of the ones who love you.
Home is in my face.
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 11:43 AM UTC
Its fun to travel, far away,
To run and swim, and laugh and play,
But its best to be home, at the end of the day,
With the people who love you true,
No matter what you do,
Home is the place you can turn to,
But home is wherever your loved ones are,
Not just a place you live, and sleep.
Some people even make a home in a car,
If love is there, your at home in the street.
Home is a place, that lives in the face
Of the ones who love you.
Home is in my face.
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