Home

You are my home, you are my safety;
My place of comfort, life free of jeopardy;
You've freed the child, that I've kept up inside me;
And released the joy, of living happily;
A joy kept inside me, for so very long;
Buried by shit, and all that is wrong;
For my life is perfect, holding you in my arms;
All the world turns so peaceful, and everything calm;

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