I haven't really heard of this song for quite some time now, probably more than a decade already. I always long for the FM stations to play this song once again but I think most of them do not even know about this song. Before I begin, here is the lyrics of the song I found over the internet.
LYRICS OF THE SONG HOME
Think of home... Home
When I think of home, I think of a place where there's love overflowing
I wish I was home, I wish I was back there with the things I been knowing
Wind that makes the tall trees bend into leaning
Suddenly the snowflakes that fall have a meaning
Sprinkling the scene, makes it all clean
Maybe there's a chance for me to go back now that I have some direction
It would sure be nice to be back home where there's love and affection
And just maybe I can convince time to slow up
Giving me enough time in my life to grow up
Time be my friend, let me start again
Suddenly my world has changed it's face but I still know where I'm going
I have had my mind spun around in space And yet I've watched it growing
If you're list'ning God, please don't make it hard to know
If we should believe in the things that we see
Tell us, should we run away? Should we try and stay?
Or would it be better just to let things be?
Living here, in this brand new world might be a fantasy
But it taught me to love... so it's real, real to me
And I've learned that we must look inside our hearts
To find a world full of love like yours, like mine
Like home...
I always see our old house mostly known as an "ancestral house" where the children grow up with their parents and other relative, the extended family as we call it here in the Philippines. I call it our ancestral house because we lived there for almost 3 decades and although it is now a history, it forms part of my character, my upbringing, my happiness, my tears. I really don't have to hear this song to be reminded of our "ancestral house" but surely, when I remember home, I hear this song behind my head.
We left that house and moved to a better one. Nothing could be more complete and fulfilling than having your family so close, not necessarily physically close, but close by heart. I am always proud of my family and I will always here.
By the way, here is a bit of information I learned from High School: The distinction between a house and a home.
A house is a structure that holds a home.
A home is where the family lives, which includes the father, mother and children (some with household help).
So there is a simple definition I learned from our Home Economics teacher, I bet my classmates would also recall those words. ;-0
Home - Diana Ross
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