The Feeling Of Home

A house is just a building, a space where you live. A home is what you give. Where love and kindness will stay, all through the day. My house may be nice, But my family will be my home for my whole life. Every single night my parents come to turn out the light. And the next morning I feel oh so bright. My memories will stay with me forever, no matter the weather. My family will always be mine and they are my sunshine. They will be there through the highs and lows no matter how my story goes. My home is where I learned to walk, where I learned to talk. I can build a house so people can build a home, where people can roam. Where people can build a family and can be themselves naturally. We’ll stand together and never waver. Because in my home I feel safe. There is a home within us and it takes the right people to bring it out. In my home, I learned the words to describe the birds. Through the sky, I will fly high. Many people don’t just have a house but they don’t have a home. So we write for those who roam in the streets, the people that have no home. To show them that we care and that we are aware that it is not fair. The people out in the cold, growing old. To them, a house should be sold. And with that house, they will make a home. In that home they will be known, they will not be alone. With my family, I believe and I achieve. I read and I succeed. In my family, I confide and I reside. To me, there is not just a meaning of home but a feeling of home. In my home, I can be mad and sad but I’ll still be glad. I have a home and that’s more than some people can say even today.