The Difference between a House and a Home

Home is where the heart is, where the love begins, In the walls that echo stories, where the journey spins. It is more than just a building, more than bricks and stones, A sanctuary of memories, where the soul truly owns. It is the laughter in the kitchen, the warmth in the living room, the place you find solace when the world meets gloom. From the front door to the back, every corner tells a tale, Home is the anchor when life's storms set sail. Home, where dreams take flight, A haven in the chaos, a guiding light. It is more than a shelter, it is where you belong, In the rhythm of your heartbeat, where you grow strong. It is the comfort in the silence, the chaos in the noise, the place you find refuge, with the girls and boys. A symphony of voices, a chorus of grace, Home is the canvas where life paints its trace. From the basement to the attic, every room's a chapter, A novel of emotions, a life to capture. Through highs and lows, thick and thin, Home is the melody where your heartstrings sing. Home, where dreams take flight, A haven in the chaos, a guiding light. It is more than a shelter, it is where you belong, In the rhythm of your heartbeat, where you grow strong. It is the pictures on the wall, the echoes in the halls, the foundation of love that never falls. In the heart of the kitchen or the warmth of a bed, Home is the symphony where memories are bred. It is the scent of familiarity, the touch of a hand, A sanctuary where you will forever stand. Through the highs and lows, the joy and strife, Home is the rhythm, the melody of life. So, when life gets tough, and the road gets long, Remember the essence, where you belong. Home is the heartbeat, the pulse in your veins, A refuge of love that forever remains. Home, where dreams take flight, A haven in the chaos, a guiding light. It is more than a shelter, it is where you belong, In the rhythm of your heartbeat, where you grow strong. Thank you, habitat, for humanity for helping those in need.