Your Home, is a Temple, Where the Roof, is your Own. A place, where U grew up and a place, where Love Shone. Never will U find, Tears lying on the Floor. Beautiful Memories of the past, are hidden behind each Door. Wisdom lies on the Bookshelf and Laughter lights each Room. There's a Vase on the Table, Where Flowers always Bloom. Don't take anyone's advice, as how to paint each Wall. Your Home is a private Shelter, U ought to make that Call.