Where has this been? My heart has found a home
Somewhere safe from the pasts bruised, dirty hands
A marker I wear, and give as I roam
A promise to free you from painful bands
This home I harbor, it has many doors
You can push, pull, and unlock any-time
Many can find it, many might lose it
Though it calls, only few can hear its voice
The warmth and stay, my own heart to commit
Is more than a blessing; more than my choice
More than the house that symbolizes “love”
More than my heart, and any heart thereof