I Wish for a Home

I am just a little bird high up in my tree praying for a fantasy that surely never will be. I have watched over this house, watched memories bloom standing by to listen to the melodious tune each member contributing note after note and I could recite quote after quote of them saying “I love you, you are the best,” and every night I pray for my very own nest I dream about family, I dream about love but then I realize, I already have enough. Because I do have a home, I do have a family- and they care They’re the grass in the ground and the birds in the air They fly freely, I think I can too for now, I know that whatever I do I do have a family; I’m not alone and I always will have A beautiful home