I grew up in a home, a home filled with Love
It was full of warmth, laughter and peace from above
This home was laden with problems that threatened to make it fail
It wasn't perfect in every way; it was not a fairy tale
Voices were raised and toes stepped upon
But forgiveness always spoke up, no matter what was done
This is that home, the one filled with Love
The one with warmth, laughter and peace from above
The storms attacked, but Love thrived
Offenses came, yet Love survived
Now I see Love not as a movie
I see it not as a piece of art
I see Love as a home
Which can never be torn apart
