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If a home were a tree A branch I would be What is home to me? Is it a house that unlocks with a key? Is it the place that I’m meant to be? Do I even know what a home is? Maybe I don’t, maybe I do Maybe I’ve known for a year or two. A home is not house A home isn’t just a thing A home is a feeling And where you want to sing A home is full of family and pets A home is happily so Maybe a home is worth much more Than wherever you could go A home for you A home for me Somewhere nice Where you’re meant to be A home for living Happily → So, a home, in my mind Is one of a kind For each creature and each thing It’s worth more than any ring It’s where we belong And sing our own song My home, for me.