An autobiography in lyrics

My home is yours

I, I wish I was wiser,
But I'm dumb enough to think
That good people live here
Can't say I can forgive

But don't give up in this home,
It's broken, wide open
And cold

But it's yours, yours, yours

I, I wish I was braver
To walk alone
But the road is too long
My feet won't break the fall

So I won't walk away from
The home I know,
It's broken and wide open
But with you it's not so cold

Because its yours, yours, yours

I wish I could learn to love,
Love what I own,
I'd like to say I'm proud of
Where I belong
But the stars are getting dimmer
And my mom is growing old

But this,
This is home,
And what's mine is yours
Yours, yours, yours