I Found My Home

I'll Build you a house,
of bricks and of stones.
I'll Steal you the stars,
from the sky big and blue.
I'll Pick up a flower,
and make sure it's for you.
I'll Write you a poem,
of pain or of love.
I'll Give you some wings,
so we can fly high above.
I'll Tell you a story,
and make sure it's a good one.
I'll give you my love,
just don't ever say that we're done.

But if I build you a house,
of bricks and of stones,
Will you stay here with me,
and call it your home?