The True Meaning of My Home
The true meaning of my home
I have a place, I call it my home
Without a doubt it is my own
My house is more than just a roof and walls
It is where I learned important lessons of all
When people ask me what I love
My home answer it form above
It keeps me safe and warm
When something is happening in the storm
I have a bed and a room
While others have nothing but a broom
Whenever it rains or pours
Its wings makes us sheltered from the storm
I have a baby sister that always cries
When I see her I feel like I am fried
Oh I wonder what it would be without a house for my family and me
I shiver with fear when they are not near
My house blocks the despair
When every I am down it is always there
My parents hands make me healthy and strong
Even when I did something wrong
I take the keys and lock the door
I say goodbye once more
From my heart I say goodbye
In my brain I will draw a smile
It is a need
Because it has a heart just like me
That's the true meaning of my home