Home Is More Than A Place

I used to think home was a place on a map,

A front porch light and a welcome mat,

A bedroom wall with the same old paint,

Somewhere you run when your heart needs a break.

But I’ve been in houses that felt so cold,

Surrounded by people, still felt alone,

Then you came along and I finally knew,

Home ain’t four walls… home is you.

It’s the way you calm the noise in my head,

The way your arms feel safer than a bed,

Anywhere in this world, I know I’m alright,

Long as you’re standing by my side.

Home is your voice when the day gets hard,

Home is your hand when I fall apart,

It’s laughing at midnight, talking till two,

It’s every little moment I get with you.

I don’t need a city, a house, or a view,

Don’t need a key to know I made it through,

Wherever life takes me, one thing stays true—

I found my home the day I found you.

We could be driving with nowhere to go,

Backroad lights and the radio low,

Or miles away from everything we know,

And somehow with you, I’m never alone.

You’ve seen the parts I tried hard to hide,

The scars, the fears, and the sleepless nights,

You never asked me to be someone new,

You just stayed close and helped me through.

Maybe home was never bricks and stone,

Maybe it’s having somebody who knows

Every broken piece and still chooses you,

Someone you can run to when the world falls through.

Home is your voice when the day gets hard,

Home is your hand when I fall apart,

It’s knowing no distance could change what is true,

My safest place has always been you.

So if every road I know disappears,

If life keeps changing through all these years,

I’ll never be lost, no matter what we go through—

Because wherever you are…

That’s home to me too.