Home is where the heart is. Where must you say?

Where the heart is, my dear.

You can travel far and wide, near but oh so far.

But home will always be where the heart is, home is every where to me.

It’s the little places ive created for myself and those I love.

Those who are unlucky enough to receive my wrath will soon come to know.

But I lost my home, where did it go?

No, no dear you never lost your home, you just forgot that home is where the heart is.

Will home ever come to me? Yes, if you love something set it free. If it comes back, it is true love.