Home Is Where I Belong

A home can be made of brick, mud or rock, it could look like a triangle, square or block. No matter what color, shape or size Every home is beautiful in my blue eyes. Home isn't always a place It's a feeling you learn to embrace. Home isn't a word you toss around or forget Home is more valuable than a solid gold jet. Home is not like a mall or salon, home is knowing where you belong. My comfortable blankets and pillows bring a smile to my face The feeling of home is something nothing can replace.