Home
Home
No matter how far in this language you roam
Such a word is not easily defined
Is it a physical place, or a state of mind?
Is it the familiar bricks, the well known address?
Or the people you love, your friends and your pets?
No one person can give the meaning to the word
As some interpretations seem quite absurd
Paul Young says his home is where he lays his hat
I don't quite know whether to agree with that
Many artists have followed in Paul's footsteps
A few sang 'Home is Where the Heart Is' with success
I agree, I must say, with this title's author
As without heart, a house is mere bricks and mortar
And all the memories I have of 1 Downshire Square
Are of people I know, love, and for whom I care.
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