A house which is called as the home

                   A house which is called as the home, 
              It's never too lonely, 
              the darkest hour of my life in any either. 
              For the glory of my soul the lamp glows, 
              word, rhyme, chord somewhere in the darkest 
              joy to the corner. 
              I'm not alone on a dark road, I can my tears, 

              always some way to get around, all the pain to swallow.