There is no place like home
There is no place like home
Where all beautiful memories lay
And where the heart relies
Tiptoeing with a twinkle, twirling through my thoughts
Plopping onto the bed, spreading my happiness
Lounging on the dining table, laughing at the jokes
With that fresh mist that surrounds the atmosphere
The blossoming smell that awakens the soul
And where many, many connections roam
Enclosing an unlimited amount of love
Flashing through my dreamy imagination
Uncovering the delightful sight and sound of laughter
As the sight I see, the sight I feel
The sight I touch, the sight I love
The sight of the beautiful family getting along
Home is home, not a house, not a structure nor a building
Not a physical attachment but an emotional attachment
It has no name, no establishment nor rules
Home is where I am me, where I belong, where I am accepted, where I am always, always. . . there