She Was My Home

She never needed diamonds, Just my hand inside her own. She turned four cracked walls and sorrow Into something called a home. She knew when I was breaking Before I spoke a word. She'd stand between my anger And the things that could've hurt. I thought I was her shelter, Thought I made her safe and warm. But she was the steady ground Under every storm. She was my home. Not the house, not the stone. She was the quiet place My restless heart had known. When the world grew sharp and cold, When I felt small and alone, I didn't need direction. She was my home. She'd laugh at all my worries, Call my fears by smaller names. She could calm a raging ocean just by Whispering my name. I never thanked her properly For carrying so much grace. I thought the time was endless. Now I'd beg for one more day. The bed is just a mattress now. The kitchen just a room. Without her moving through it, Even sunlight feels like Gloom. She was my home, The safest I have known. The only place my tired soul Could finally let go. And now the nights are endless, And the silence overgrown. I'm just a man still standing In a house that's not a home, A home. If heaven lets her see me, I hope she knows I was braver because she loved me. I was better Because she stayed. She was my home. And though she's gone above, Every room still holds her light, Every breath still holds her love. And when my steps grow weaker, When I'm called across that phone, The first door that I walk through Will lead me back To home. Will lead me back To home. She was my Home.