In the heart of every wanderer, there lies a sacred space,
A realm of comfort, a haven of grace.
Walls that whisper tales of days gone by,
Windows that frame the ever-changing sky.
The scent of morning coffee, the rustle of old books,
Echoes of laughter in the cozy nooks.
Family gathered ’round the table, sharing dreams and fears,
Home is where the soul finds solace through the years.
Every room a chapter, every corner a page,
Stories etched in time, ageless and sage.
From the first steps taken to the last goodnight,
Home is the anchor, steady and bright.
When the world grows weary, and paths seem unclear,
Home is the beacon, always drawing near.
A place of warmth and memories, a sanctuary sweet,
In the embrace of home, our hearts find their beat.