He fought for a chance with me
While I got my heart broken time and time again
But he never gave up.
He fought for me and against me
Until I let him get close to me.
He shed light on my dreary past.
He was home to me.
Before I knew it,
I had fallen in love.
That is when I knew where home was.
Home had blue eyes and a heartbeat.
Home had a passion for basketball.
Home had a vision of our future.
He was my safe haven,
He was my home sweet home.
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