In our home is where the memories lie
the place our friendship will never die
it is somewhere we go to be safe
or even just to see each others face
in laughter, in sorrow, we always end with tears in our eyes

We hate when we have to say our goodbyes
for when we're apart, I let out a sigh
when we're together, my heart always beats at a different pace
In our home

With the punching bag hung up high
and our limit being nothing but the sky
where our friends are all of different race
and here, our spirit is our base
without each others help, we would never be able to fly
In our home