No matter how far we roam,
There is no place better than home,
We may enjoy the new environment for a season,
We will start thinking of home without any reason!
Home sweet home,
We miss the love and security when we roam,
We can be great and famous in foreign lands,
We will miss the scent and smell of local hands!
As a therapy for a season we roam,
By and by we sense the yearning of going home;
Home sweet home,
It is the only place I miss when I roam!


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