You act as though it’s foreign soil
This heart that beats for only you
It is your birthplace, your very first home
It’s where you started, where you grew
It holds a beat for every step you took while here and every laugh and every tear.
My heart is not a strange land to be feared.
It’s the place where welcome you will always be.
Your home, your soft pillow, the gentle touch upon your cheek of my eternal loving hand.
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