Home

They say,
Home is where the heart is.
If that's true,
Mine's split.

My heart is with my true love,
And in his arms is home.
But my heart is with my child, too,
And with her is my love.

My true love
Haas the key,
To my heart and home.
But what about my child?

My child lives within me,
And so I'm always home.
My true love loves my child,too,
So where is our home?

I guess my home is where I make it,
So the saying is not all true.
The home is where your heart is,
But your heat's always with you.