Home Sweet Home

Home is where i stay, Home is where I lay. Home is where i belong, I stay there all day long. I have somewhere to stay at the end of the day, When it hits the end of the day. Some live in the droughts, Always,full of doubt. They have no place to go, Some sleep out in the snow. Cold,wet,sad,hungry I can't let that happen, There must be something to do. To help,to cure, Yet, i'm not sure, Not sure if help can be done alone. So I'm making this message,it's not just a poem. I need to make sure that those who don't, Can have a home. My home is special, It's not just a house. My home is mine, not yours,nore a mouse. My home stays the same my address may not, But that does not matter, It's still my safe spot. Some have a home, Others may not, That makes me sad even just the thought. Everyone needs a home, even yet a house. Even the foxes, And even a mouse. I know this poem might be quite long, But help is hard work so help me along. I feel home is as important then names, But home is a fun place,where we play games. I might be a stranger, But I still want to help. You don't have to help me, it's not much. I just want to be nice that's all, But I need quite help cuz im not really that tall. It's not a one person job but it's still not that hard. I just want people to feel good from the bottom of my heart. I'm sad my poem is over im sad it is thru, But I should get going. I guess i'll see you.