They say home is where the heart is
And if its broken, its a broken home
But is broken still your home of this
So make it pretty, with likely a gnome
Don't worry about life or problems
Just be kind and learn to be happy
You'll make it through the rose stems
Be weary and sometimes sappy
Kéep walking and always look up
Right here and niw is your stone
Nothings better then a broken tea cup
The place right here is your own home