My house has no walls, no windows, no lock either
A true blue friend knows it's always time to come in
Grandma told me: houses you'll have plenty, but you'll only have one home
Home is not where one was born/raised but where the ashes are scattered
This house is transient like my body, and should I not want it anymore
My life will be in my backpack and my body decays
Home I found in the people I've loved