How to build a home

A house is not a home
When humans are missing
A pigpen is a house
Fit only for pigs

When a house is built
In mud and deceit
There’s no love attached
It stumbles to its root
On only dew drops
Building is a love thing
There is no room for malice
Love is the cement
That holds the blocks
And no rage of fire
Can consume the rage of love

A house is not a home
When humans are missing
A pigpen is a house
Fit only for pigs.

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