Home

Violets are red, home is better I fall asleep all deep in my slumber. I have a dream and that dream is to wonder, how it would feel not to have a home. Home is where life begins: all of the fun, all of the cooking, all the smells. Home is home and you can not forget it is a special place. Home will always stay in your heart: the memories that come with it even if your sad. Home is still home.