A True Home

Every evening, every dawn, Every night and passing day I leave the home I hold so dear And happ’ly wander ‘long my way. I always have my heart with me But half of it will always seat Itself inside my house and home, The only place I feel complete. Never will I envy those Who have nowhere to lay their head, Who roam the filthy city streets, Bruised, cut, and beaten red. I’m glad I have a home with which I wish to never truly part. My home’s not just a house but one Which keeps my spirit, soul, and heart.