Home Sweet Home
Home Sweet Home
My childhood home
Is cherished
Memories filled with
Silver and gold
And sometimes pure cold.
No one told me
It would go with me
Where ever I go
When I roam from
Town to town
I carry it with me
I open the door
Each night when
I go to sleep
And dream.
I can’t shake
What I learned
And what I didn’t
Learn inside
My honeycomb
I can’t stop
Moaning
About that
Home.
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