Your Family, Your Home

You call my place your home. You live in it with the family of your own. Your home is your chest. That is why you have to feel so blessed. When you finally get dressed. You start to feel a bit stressed. But after you realize your home is your nest. You just wanna sit back and rest. The basement is the legs. The main floor is the body. The 2nd floor is the neck. The attic is the rest. But you are the best. Your family is your home. That is how you know you're never alone. In your home you are the heart. So you should never be apart. Once you start. Never end. Because then there is no time to spend.