if there is one thing you take from me
one thing that gives you peace
is that you will always have a home in me
I will gladly be your place of comfort
waiting by the fire to nurse your wounds and celebrate your joys
there are few wrongs you could make that would close my door

the promise of my love is something I give you freely
there is no limit
there is no price
even in my anger, in my laundry list of frustrations
that love always ebbs between us
steady steady steady

it’s not the physical place
but the memories we’ve made
the tears of anger, the tears of joy
the jumping screaming life of it all
love is a home we’ve built
and it will always be here waiting for you