Home Is What You Make It
My home is not only what I make it
My home is the people who surround me
My home is a place where I sleep at night, and I shouldn't be ashamed to cry
Yet every time I think of home I think of being with you
Being with what seems a happy little family who knows right from wrong
All theses things that we used to not have are improving and I want to thank you
Copyright © Heather Bateman | Year Posted 2011
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