Eric Brock (April 13th,1988 / Maple Shade, NJ)
Home is where your memories are,
It’s where your secrets are kept.
Home is where you’re happiest,
Yet home is where you’ve wept.
Home is where your parents live,
It’s where you were raised.
Home is where you’ve been scolded most,
Yet home is where you’re praised.
Home is where you make it,
It’s where you believe the myth,
That home is when you’re happy,
Just to love the ones you’re with.
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