Moving around so much,
Home never felt like home
Just a small resting spot
Before we would leave to roam.I’d always longed for the feeling
Of “home” that others knew
They say “home is where the heart is”
So, I guess my home is with you.
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home
Moving around so much,
Home never felt like home
Just a small resting spot
Before we would leave to roam.I’d always longed for the feeling
Of “home” that others knew
They say “home is where the heart is”
So, I guess my home is with you.