Home is not always a building, it can be a person too.
Here I stand all alone
In the place I used to roam
When I get a call from the phone
Wishing that it is was from my home
Home is someone that you meet
Who makes your life feel complete
Deep inside you know it’s true
They bring out the best in you
Young and old the pain remains
Standing in the decrepit place
The place that you had once made a home
Has now been left for the unknown
