A room is a still a room, even when there’s nothin’ there but gloom
But a room is not a house and a house is not a home
When the two of us are far apart
And one of us has a broken heart
They say home is where the heart is.
Where there is love there is a home,
even when there’s nothing there but gloom
I love going home specially when I have a broken heart
It is where all broken hearts go
A place to heal, to be whole again.
Home is where the heart is
Often people mistake the place where they are born
and grow up to be home
Often it is; but for many it may not be
I love where I was born and grew up
but it is no longer home for me.
In fact, where I was born and grew up no longer exists.
My heart has traveled far and wide
And I found love and home somewhere else.
Home is not a place although I always imagined it to be.
Rather, home is where there is fullness of the heart,
whatever, wherever that may be.