Home Is Where The Heart Is

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just suppose we can all lurk below amidst the humble beat of the tempo love has gained a heavy burden to bare with roads unseen & the sun in my hair always have some things to share look at the
vast expanse of the Willow tree ever looming in the soft decorum of the tender moment we can come together to lock arms in order for our love sheltered by the vast expanse out of heaven with above
shattered dreams evil schemes things not as they appear the willingness to share out of a question why we often will hide behind four walls that bind laughter is best I must clearly confess



it takes courage in life to stand up for what is right many get lost along the brigade in flight but I guess that's their right don't ever give up on the fight for some this isn't there home
they're just passing through others haven't a single clue but what are we to do home is where the heart is to claim the edge of pardoned fame locked inside we have the criminally insane home is a
place to relax and rest from the burdens of the day a humble need to bow the head to pray but they claim it ought not be that way



our lives are fleeting like a Sparrow in flight forget the night for the day is far spent have we made a single solitary dent home is a sweet reminiscent vent filter through the very notion of love
on the wings of a white dove from above

Submitted: October 22, 2017

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just suppose we can all lurk below

amidst the humble beat of the tempo

love has gained a heavy burden to bare

with roads unseen & the sun in my hair

always have some things to share

look at the vast expanse of the Willow tree

ever looming in the soft decorum of the tender moment

we can come together to lock arms in order for our love

sheltered by the vast expanse out of heaven with above

shattered dreams evil schemes things not as they appear

the willingness to share out of a question why

we often will hide behind four walls that bind

laughter is best I must clearly confess

?

it takes courage in life to stand up for what is right

many get lost along the brigade in flight

but I guess that's their right

don't ever give up on the fight

for some this isn't there home they're just passing through

others haven't a single clue

but what are we to do

home is where the heart is

to claim the edge of pardoned fame

locked inside we have the criminally insane

home is a place to relax and rest from the burdens of the day

a humble need to bow the head to pray

but they claim it ought not be that way

?

our lives are fleeting like a Sparrow in flight

forget the night for the day is far spent

have we made a single solitary dent

home is a sweet reminiscent vent

filter through the very notion of love

on the wings of a white dove from above

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