Home Is the Heart

There's a home for every heart

Like a diamond in the dark

When you least expect a spark, it shines

Some may move in right away

Some may build it day by day

Some may find they're too afraid to try

Home is the heart made real

Home is the heart we feel, made real

Sometimes there's a hiding place

You won't find a single trace

Of the love that used to grace these walls

Sometimes there's an open door

Where there wasn't one before

And the less you speak, the more it calls

Home is the heart made real

Home is the heart we feel, made real

Mansions may grow cold

And one room shacks stay warm

New love may grow old

And not remember being born

But I believe the heart recalls

What lips forget, and time makes small

It lives on in these four walls

Home is the heart made real

Home is the heart we feel, made real