There’s a home for every heart   Like a diamond in the dark   When you least expect a spark, it shines   Some may move in right away   Some may build it day by day   Some may find they’re too afraid to try      Home is the heart made real   Home is the heart we feel, made real      Sometimes there’s a hiding place   You won’t find a single trace   of the love that used to grace these walls   Sometimes there’s an open door   where there wasn’t one before   and the less you speak, the more it calls      Chorus      Mansions may grow cold   and one room shacks stay warm   New love may grow old   and not remember being born   But I believe the heart recalls   what lips forget, and time makes small   It lives on in these four walls      Chorus