Home

Home is the place where you love, Flying Cupid with his dove. Anywhere, your living room, your bedroom or your kitchen, Where mom makes your favourite fried chicken. Home is where your heart resides Your brain being your perfect guide Happiness is hidden in every corner Where you can huddle to get warmer. You may ask what this is about I will now answer without any doubt. Life is an adventure in many ways, Scary, peaceful, a giant twisting maze. But on this road, there is one place you can stay; Home, any single day. Home is more than walls and a roof, And for that, I will give you any proof. For home is a place where you can rest, Safe from harm and any distress. As you sit on the dewy grass, watching sunsets come and pass, Your loved ones are there, watching through the glass. Hardships and obstacles will one day come to you, And believe me, there will be quite a few. But in this corner of the universe that you call home, no matter where it is, in Toronto, Orlando, or Rome, It is yours, your very own.