My home is a feeling, not a place
My home is a feeling, not a place
The feeling I get when I see the face
of my dear and trusted family
The one's with no blood shared
yet bonds we see.
O how I yean and yearn for ye
those who I can sleep beside
loosing conciousness
in confidence of my safety
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