Home is a bookcase, full on every shelf
Home is the lamplight that dances between shadows
Home is the ripple of wind upon water
Home is the smell of salt in the air
Home is a flickering fireplace
Home is a bowl of warm Brunswick stew
Home is running out soaked in the rain
Home is the roar of an audience before you
Home is a melody that always escapes
Home is the warmth of a bed in the morning
Home is two puzzle pieces fitting together
Home is the next step down on the stairs
Home is naturally comfortable
Home is a feeling that you belong
Home is everything beautiful
Home is not anything that hurts
Home is the strength of his embrace
Home is the sparkle in her eye
Home is more of a sense than a place
Home is not known until it is found