Home Is Life

To every man his definition Of whatsoever he calls a home; A territory, or a destination Covered by an ancient dome.   Every man his path to walk, Aided by the creed of his choice; And tho' some believe in luck, I've never trusted in this force.   A happy life is such I crave; A peaceful end is more I pray. If all my life I’ve been so brave, It’s for all I'd promised today.   Yes, it feels so good to belong Where one feels safe and warm; Even when things go wrong, One can be sure he’s welcome.   It is in the beat of some hearts That all my real treasures lie; God forbid any break into parts Lest I might just instantly die!   Not many is blessed as a man In this world of vanity and strife: Who gets all pieces fit to plan. If there's no home, what is life?