My Great Home

My house is held up by a wall, Yes, it is tall. But no builder can make my home, I have to make my own. You make memories that will last Some in the future, some in the past A lot of fun, who knew It smells like a batch of cookies too. At home I’m never ever alone, even if I am on my own. I say my home is better than Rome It’s still where I play with care. to me I say it’s beyond compare. There's nowhere on earth that I would rather be That is so loving and free My home is tall and it’s not because I'm small. It’s so it could hold more love like a large dove. My home can never be a house Because it doesn’t have dust. I have a door that freaks me out I hear it when I’m about. It has a bang when I am asleep It always keeps my eyes open. Before my home was even built I knew it was the one for me. I waited where we stayed and made cupcakes, it took one million years. I will never hate my home. My home will never be destroyed because it's a home not a comb.