My Home
My Home
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Oh! My home,
Opening the door of your bosom,
You give me the place to reside. Exhausted I return,
Enervated I return,
But
You never ask questions.
Serving the meal
On dinning table
You appease my hunger.
Tousling my hair,
You lullaby me in your cozy lap;
The winter doesn't harass me
And
The summer doesn't perplex me.
I remain strong
And I remain safe in your arms,
Oh! My home.