A Place To Call Home

A house is just a place until you come along With four walls, a roof and sparrows singing their song The house is quiet not even a sound Waiting for someone to walk on its ground The thought of a big backyard with trees and fence Everyone is feeling tense Full boxes packed tight in a huge truck And people wishing us lots of good luck The ride feels like forever I thought ‘we’ll never get there, NEVER!’ The anticipation grows, then it shows, the car slows and everyone knows That this is what we’ve been waiting for! Nervous steps up to the door Then I say ‘What are you waiting for?’ A place of our own, a place to forever own, but most importantly, A Place To Call Home