Home is where happiness lies,
I know it's true,
For I was happy when I'm home
Home is the most beautiful place,
and I agree,
flowers brightening the table,
a house so clean it shone,
smells of holiday food wafted from all directions,
the altar shelf packed with dishes of bean cakes and rice balls,
for the ghostly visitors.
Home is where I want to be,
and now I'm here,
How perfect it is to be back home,
And maybe it will stay that way.