Rabu, 07 Juli 2004

Home

Each year I go back home

And dream my summer away

It may not be my real address

But it's where you'll find my heart

So what is home but a relative term

For home is where your family is



Each year I meet my family

And play my summer away

They may not be blood related

But they love me just the same

So what is family but a relative term

For a family is people who love



Each year I go where I am loved

And laugh my summer away

They may not have a reason

but they love me anyway

So love is not a relative term

Because when I'm loved I'm home

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