Where children never
cry, but laugh and giggle with joy
Where best friends never lie, nor make your heart their toy
Where 'parents' is not a fraction, nor a memory quickly forgotten
Where love is not a reaction, a feeling, nor bun in the oven
Where no one has to fear, that call we all dreadfully fear
Where no one has to hear, the words, "I'm so sorry dear"
Where time really heals and in the end it's actually okay
Where joy never feels like a chance too risky to take
Where standing in the rain can remedy any hurt
Where love doesn't leave a stain or make you feel like dirt
Where this place exists, only God would know
Where everyone finds solace, this place . . .
I call it home
First Name: C
Where best friends never lie, nor make your heart their toy
Where 'parents' is not a fraction, nor a memory quickly forgotten
Where love is not a reaction, a feeling, nor bun in the oven
Where no one has to fear, that call we all dreadfully fear
Where no one has to hear, the words, "I'm so sorry dear"
Where time really heals and in the end it's actually okay
Where joy never feels like a chance too risky to take
Where standing in the rain can remedy any hurt
Where love doesn't leave a stain or make you feel like dirt
Where this place exists, only God would know
Where everyone finds solace, this place . . .
I call it home
First Name: C
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