H.O.M.E
H.O.M.E
That place some of us are blessed enough to know.
A place that shows us what it means to live without something.
Now I'm not trying to offend anyone who doesn't have a home.
When the world takes it's ugly hand and takes what we know into its burning core.
My home is a place that I could never replace.
What's yours?...........
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