It’s more than a place.
What is a home?
Is is naught but a concrete dome?
A home is four walls but one floor
Throw in a couple of windows and maybe a door
But still that a home will not make
For a home is what you did forsake
When you declared that you loved me no more
And you left our children’s hearts so sore
A home we had filled with joy
But you broke it like an unfavored toy
You grew bored of me, of us
And gave into your treacherous lust
When you had your affair
Did you even stop to care?
That your lies and sins so bad
Would make naught but your family sad
How could you bring a stranger to our marital bed?
And kiss him by the table where our kids you fed!
So I say that it is not a home in which we live
But a mere house is what you did give
Fear not, for all will one day be well
Once this house we can finally sell
And in a new place we’ll make a home so sweet
And perhaps a better lover I’ll finally meet!
Thanks for listening.