Beyond my eyesight lies home,
that can only be called mine,
an oasis that’s just within reach
a shelter where no harm can be done
That will always belong to me,
In which I have free reign to do what I please
Home can be the corner behind the waterfall,
the hill where the sun sets over the sea,
the part of the woods the moon highlights,
the jungle in which the wolves don’t dare to go,
the place beneath the sea where the sunlight shines green,
the cliff that barely hovers above the ocean,
the snow – filled mountain’s green grass skirt
once my home was found, I claimed it for
Home is the one place I can call my own.
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