Home.

They say home is where your heart is.
But is that really true?
Is my beating bloody muscle inside a box of wood?

Home is with my family,
Home is with my friends,
Home is with those familiar faces where laughter never ends.

As long as you are with me,
Standing at my side,
I can travel the world around and never fear the night.

Even when you are mad at me,
Nothing will ever change,
For you’re by me and I’m by you even when it rains.

Often times we hate each other,
But is it really true?
For family is not family if they don’t annoy you.

Home is my family,
Home is my friends,
Home is the eternal laughter they’ll bring me ‘till the end.