I was waltzing to the jazz
Done everything, leaving no dash
Could see the diamonds
Glistening in my gaze
In bel air,
I was paralyzed with happiness
But the barque of past
Borne back to me
Ceaselessly carrying the mess
With desire that never rest
Thought I was living my best
With the old money vibe
As my facade fave
Then I heard thou name again
My heart bestrew asunder apace
And that moment I knew
I was melancholy stuck
In my old same dreary age.

Home,
What do they know about home?
Some say it is where family begin,
Some say it is where life gets in,
It is a place to stay,
To live, to feel loved.

But some say it is where darkness crawls in,
Creeps out the wood into the living soul,
Creates a monster living as a whole,
Ain't it scary how home can change
the way you grow?

But for me home is different,
It is not a house with wood or wall,
Nor window, nor door,
It is a heart belongs to my loving soul,
Nor family, nor friends, nor the world.

He is just the man who makes me feel
I'm strong,
No matter where I go, with his soul,
I'm no longer scared, nor I will fall,
Cause he makes me feels like I'm home,
Because he is my home.

-Sif.