home is a place,
where the walls don't smell
of regret,
or extintion,
or torment,
or hell.
home is a place,
where the doors revolve,
ambitions stroll in,
while fears disolve.
home is a place,
where the blankets are soft,
a one story house,
with the roof torn off.
home is a place,
where dreams proceed
to have no limit,
no unreachable deed.
home is a place,
built on hope and faith,
heated by love,
and secured by strength.
home is a place,
which will never break,
because the Lord is my savior
and he guides the way.
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 2:13 PM UTC
home is a place,
where the walls don't smell
of regret,
or extintion,
or torment,
or hell.
home is a place,
where the doors revolve,
ambitions stroll in,
while fears disolve.
home is a place,
where the blankets are soft,
a one story house,
with the roof torn off.
home is a place,
where dreams proceed
to have no limit,
no unreachable deed.
home is a place,
built on hope and faith,
heated by love,
and secured by strength.
home is a place,
which will never break,
because the Lord is my savior
and he guides the way.
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