of the night that leaves nothing except footsteps.. a careless whispering .. Home..
Home is such a little word, Which covers such a lot, From the old man in his easy chair, to the baby in his cot.
It doesn't have to be a place of antiques, gold or splendor,
Just a simple little cottage, full of joy and truth, and candour.
Where from understanding parents you learn, the right from wrong.
Where you are taught to be upstanding and grow up brave and strong.
Home is where you learn to share the respect spreading forgiveness with so much care
To see each others point of view and be as tolerant as you can.. for It is a place of love and laughter,
Of grumbles, frowns and tears.. but when as one, so .. whatever.
Its a place you are always welcome to, matter how you are,
It will put its arms around you, for home means love and care.
A meeting place of families,
where somebody always there,
Where you don't have to pretend,
Where you never feel a stranger,
And you are welcome to the end.
So boys and girls, if you have strayed, and on the street do roam, kind and anxious parents are calling out come home, to a place where you will find peace of mind and you will never walk alone,
For you are very very special .. in your own home sweet home.
