Words and music By Michael Skotte
Home, this is home
It’s the place that I want to be
Where my soul finds peace
And always sets me free
Known, I am known
You keep on calling my name
Wherever I go
You’ll always be the same
The scent of you, warm and sweet
The creak of wooden floors beneath my feet
The sound of laughter echoing down the hall
These are the moments, I recall
Home
Home is where my heart is
Home
Is where my happiness lives
Home
Is where I wanna be
I never ever wanna leave
Run, to you I run
All roads lead to here
I don’t feel lost
Whenever You’re near
walls build of stories, that we share
photographs and postcards, souvenirs of care
The quiet hum of evening, the gentle breeze at night
Where I’m at ease, everything’s just right
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You’re the comfort in the morning, the light at end of day
The warmth that pulls me closer when the skies are gray
You’re the song that I remember, whenever I feel blue
Home is not a place, it’s me and you
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