when so many hearts love you, where else do you go but home,
what else is home but the real home,
where else is home but the place where those loving hearts are,
what else is true and pure love but the one that is coming from those loving hearts at home,
where else do you find true and pure love but at the lovely home,
where else do you find true peace but in the arms of mother and on the shoulders of father, at home,
where else do you find enormous affection as such from a sister or brother, but at home.
‘Home’ – it is something that i would not live without – the word, the meaning, the people, everything about home is one of the few things and people that propel me in life and for good. And whatever others may think, i would continue to rub my feeling, about ‘home’, on them even if they don’t like it or even if i am no one to talk.
And this reminds me of this wonderful song from Westlife’s Back Home album – Home