In the quiet corners of our hearts,
Where whispered dreams reside,
There lies a place called home,
Where solace and love abide.
It’s not just walls and beams,
But memories etched in time,
A tapestry of laughter and tears,
Where souls in harmony rhyme.
Through life’s relentless storm,
Home stands as our beacon bright,
Guiding us back to warmth,
To the ever-glowing light.
In every wanderer’s quest,
To far-off lands they roam,
The heart forever knows,
There’s no place like home.