Home Is a Warm Hug Sealing Me Tight

Home is a warm hug sealing me tight. Freeing me from all the bad nights. A place I can call my own and home. This is the place that I love the best. Making sure that I've done my best. Open the door, walk inside. Look for my family that's full of pride. Home is not a place made of solid walls, or a roof over our heads. Home is where you're always loved. Where you feel beloved. Home isn't just walls or the key to the front door. Not the roof that keeps out the rain anymore. It’s a familiar scent you'll never forget. Home is where I feel peace. A place where all my worries decrease. Home is where I laugh, and where I cry. While quiet moments drift on by. Home is the feeling that, for the first time today. I am completely my own, knowing that I'm not alone .Home is the warmth when the world feels cold. My story about home never gets old.