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Home is a campfire on a freezing day Shouts of joy float in the air Spurts of water shoot up around us as we go tubing The raft built by the strong hands of my father sits on the river The water is a never-ending stream of life Home is waking up to waves crashing on the shore Frisbees whizz through the air waiting to be caught Pen marks on the wall show how we've grown through the years The fire lights up the dark night The sunsets are as beautiful as Picasso's artwork Home is feeling the cool breeze on my face as I run through the woods I can almost taste the gooey marshmallow as it slowly turns golden brown over the fire Stars sparkle like diamonds in the sky Home is where I feel loved and safe Home is where I belong