A Place I Call Home

Finally, an area where I can run around. A place where I feel as I belong. A home is a place that you cherish. And make sure the moment doesn’t perish, A home doesn’t have to be a place, It can be something you chase. If we gather around and work together, It would be as easy as picking up a feather. From time to time, our addresses may change, But that's what keeps us on the same page. A house is just bricks and stones. That makes a place where we can roam. If we work as a Community, We can get the opportunity, To make people smile, smiles that will never be erased. It may be bizarre, But that’s what we sometimes are. A community.