Where I Belong

My house is always there, to comfort me if i need, from the basement to the attic it's always there for me. My big old house with the warmth all around, and waking up to the orange sunrise, with my backyard all around. And the little birds chirping, like music to my ears. My house wasn't home until we came along, my family and I is what makes our house home. We are like the walls, holding the place together. And without us our house would just collapse. People always say, it's about how big it is, and what cool features it has but for me that stuff really doesn't matter It's about who your with and how you feel safe. My family and I are so very grateful, to have a home and to have each other.