Home

Home is a poem, I sing and sing away Home is the weather, it changes everyday Home is an artwork; me mold it like its clay Home is your mom forcing me to bathe Home is a shelf for all my highs and lows Home is a garden where you get and you grow Home is a trench shallow but deep Home is a hill small but steep Home is a blanket that fills me up with warmth Home is a bridge it takes me bake and forth Home is food, strawberry cake that I love to bake Home is gold rare and valuable Home is a love it hurts like being torn apart Home is fire and water different but the same Home are clothes either too big or too small but just right Home is a hole you'll have to leave eventually