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If there’s one thing I can tell you

Let it be: you’re your own home

And your soul is your comfort

When you venture into the unknown

It’s a little worn down

With broken windows and doors

It has a few dusty corners

And wine and tear stained floors

It’s a little empty these days

Because you haven’t been around

Look inside you

And you will hear the sound

The creaking in its foundation

Begging you to take a peek

And maybe if you go down there

You’ll find what you seek

I hope you can revive

The laughter that lit up its rooms

With kindness and trust neatly set on the coffee table

Finally getting rid of the gloom

It’s your shelter, it’s your home

It’s seen your rises and cushioned your falls

So don’t let anyone tell you, how to paint your own walls.