Home Is This Old House
This old house, sometimes bleak and cold,
What a place to run to, coming from outsides
clouds and chills, entering inferior and old,
Let down your pain once inside, exchange sad
stories, cash in on mother's glory, secure she knows
why your there, answers to every question in her prayer's,
Back you from the place ypu've run, leave all heaped feelings
of shame, relieve all woe's, trouble's, on the welcome matt, with
those sad foot steps,
Though this house, a cold worn draft, laughter - restoration are her
craft, So remember, at last you enter - a place where love - Is the sole
of thy mentor.
What a place to run to, coming from outsides
clouds and chills, entering inferior and old,
Let down your pain once inside, exchange sad
stories, cash in on mother's glory, secure she knows
why your there, answers to every question in her prayer's,
Back you from the place ypu've run, leave all heaped feelings
of shame, relieve all woe's, trouble's, on the welcome matt, with
those sad foot steps,
Though this house, a cold worn draft, laughter - restoration are her
craft, So remember, at last you enter - a place where love - Is the sole
of thy mentor.
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