Roam

Home is more than walls and doors; its laughter is echoing off the floors. The scent of meals in the evening air, soft whispers showing someone cares. Its cozy corners, quiet and still, windows glowing to the hill a place where dreams are free to roam, and in every heart can call it home. Its messy rooms and stories told; the warmth that never feels too cold. Where tears fall and smiles grow, and love is all you need to know. Home is comfort, safe and true, A piece of me, a part of you. No matter where I choose to roam, in every step, I carry home.