It's a quiet night with rain on the side ,
And a steaming mug of hot tea too.
Waiting for you come back home,
And sit beside me in a cozy room.
There is a great book beside the lamp,
A squashed sofa with a cushion or two,
Take a moment to rest by my side,
Rest your eyes and feel at home.
The picture is still hung crooked on the wall,
The house still cluttered with junk,
There might still be the stain on the carpet,
But this home is still my haven,
This is where I belong.
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