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Home A poem by ZF House and home are not the same, In what they are, not just in their name My home is where I take refuge, a place that meets my needs A place where my life matters A place where love is planting seeds Home is my only hope Whether I am poor or rich For when my heart Is ripped apart Home’s a place that can stitch My house is a building that giveth shelter from rain, My home is a place deep inside that shelters me from true pain The pain of hatred, fear and despise, The very pain in which all hope dies My Home