What Home Means to Me

Home is not just an architecture, It's a perception, it's not just a place to roam and laugh, Home is so cuddly just like a giraffe Home is more than a place to stay, For it is the place we learn and obey. Home is the place where bonds are forged, Because that's where feelings are truly warmed Where hugs and kisses never conclude, Because home is where we never exclude. Home is where we’re never merciless, Because that is where we make our metamorphosis Home is where we find our way, so later on We’ll never decay. It’s where we learn and share, give And get, it's simply a place we’ll never forget. Home is where we follow in steps, so later on We’ll actually succeed, and then start to aim to never Concede. Home is where we learn to lead, for it is the place We get up after we bleed. Home is where we follow our culture, So we pray our home is never upon dismay. This is the place where the core of the heart lives, because There’s no other place we’ll find more shore. To me, my home my home is not just a splendid gift, It’s the only place that will give me an intended lift. It’s narrowly the whereabout you can choose to be reborn, For the reason that lost spirits can return. Home is our Special base, where we absorb the trace of the stories The palisades tell when were down in the dumps, and don't Know where to dwell. This is what home truly means to me.