My House is not my Home!

A home goes with me as I grow old A house stays and keeps its hold The decorations might be bold But a house will always be cold A house can vary of all sorts But a home strings lovely chords The place I live is called a house But my home holds something else My home holds my very heart While my house only has the dark A house is a structure on a hill A home keeps away the chill At my home there is a thrill Well as my house is a cardboard build I sometimes wonder late at night That my home is what gives me light The optimism pulls me through And my home sticks to me like glue My house may have the people I love But it doesn't have affection or the sunny sky above All it has is empty rooms Its feelings are only that of gloom Habitat for Humanity is helping all So let's give them a round of applause We should aspire to be like them And always provide a helping hand