You don't think your home when your sitting outside in the cold rain wondering when the war will come.

Your never once call a little mattress you lay on outside at night for guard watch home.

You don't call an old house filled with evil spirits and grumpy wizards home.

You never call a place home, when your always alone and lonely there.

You call a place home, when your legs ache and you open the door to see the person you've come to love more then anyone else in the world.

It's home when he kisses you, and your heart stops, but somehow begins beating again.

It's home when you never want to leave, because everything the two of your share together is more important then anything else.

It's not home when they die. Or when they leave you all their riches and potions.

It's not home when you try to kill yourself, because you can't stand being there with out him.

It's not home because, he's not there.

It's not home because with out him, because it will never be home unless he is there too.

It's then, that you know, you'll never be home again.

Kiss me one more time;

Leave the past behind,

Take me far away ;

But I'll remember anyway,

Everything I ever did,

And everything I ever said ;

I can't put away the past,

Because home is where my heart is.