A house is a place
With floors and doors
A roof up high
And shiny floors
A home is a feeling
That warms your day
Where giggles grow
And fears fade away
A house stands tall
With bricks so strong
But a home is made
Where hearts belong
A house is built
With nails and glue
A home is built
With me and you
A house can sit
On any street
A home is found
Where smiles all meet
And every path
You’re dreaming of
Leads back to home
And ends in love
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