A place where you go
to get away.
A place where, if you want,
you can stay.
A place where troubles
pass you by.
A place with sweet, delicious,
homemade pie.
A place where you can go
when you feel so alone.
What place is this?
This place is Home.
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If you see me,
crying in the dark
don’t ask me where I’m from,
don’t ask me where I’ve been,
Just let me in.
If you see me,
begging on my knees
yelling “please, God, please”
with no answers to my pleas,
Just let me in.
Everyone has
some troubles in life.
Everyone has
some grief and strife.
Sometimes we need
a helping hand,
to bring us up
and help us stand.
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