When I Think of Home

When I think of home, What first comes to mind, Is the feeling of family and friends With me by my side. Home is the place Where I am most happy, Surrounded by people That love and care for me. Home can be filled with Hate and distress, But after a while Hate is at rest. Home could be Four walls and a roof, With many rooms Where my family goofs. Home could be My amazing friends, Who are smart and loving. We’ll be friends ‘till the end. In conclusion, What home means to me, Is a place filled with joy, Where we all are free.