Within these walls, our stories are told,
A tapestry of memories, woven in gold.
Laughter echoes, and whispers of night,
Home is where our hearts take flight.
The hearth’s warm glow on a winter’s eve,
A haven where our spirits believe.
Joy and sorrow, in equal measure,
Home is our greatest treasure.
In the morning light, through windows gleam,
Dreams are nurtured, like a flowing stream.
Every corner, a tale to unfold,
Home is a sanctuary, a love untold.
As days turn to years, and time goes by,
Home remains, a constant sky.
Roots grow deep, bonds grow strong,
Home is where we belong.