Home is not only where the heart is
Home is not only where happiness is
Sometimes home is where most of your tears were shed
Where most of your fears are buried
Sometimes home is a feeling not a place
Sometimes home is not the destination but the journey
Home is where you choose it to be
A glimpse of hope is home
Home is the warmth of that smile
Home is the beauty of your strength
Sometimes home is where you fought the most wars
Where you lost most and won some
Sometimes home is where you put your feet up
And sometimes is where you stand on your feet and work
Home is where you are most at peace
But not necessarily comfortable
Home is a person
Home is a place
But most importantly home is where you want it to be
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My Black Song
AcakAfrican pride Hope Tears Joy Black -we wear our hearts on our sleeves hoping one day we will change the world's cold hearted or maybe finally be happy with the way the world is obviously doomed to be-
