Home Is Where the Heart Lies
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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.