Home Is Where the Heart Lies

As I enter the library, I smell books

As I enter the bakery, I smell cakes

Neither of these scents gets me hooked

Because there's only one scene in the world that gets me awake

And this is the scent of the dear old home.

My haven, my abode

It's not a place, it's a feeling

A gift, upon me, bestowed 

The place in the world that is the most appealing

Oh, home sweet home.

It's where love resides and memories are created

Where friends and family belong and laughter never ends

As I look at the curtains that are now slightly faded

I can't help but want to spend every day of my life here 

This house, made of just four walls

Four walls built with passion and dreams.