Home Sweet home

My home is where my loving garden lies in my yard. It has roses, tulips and more. It’s a place that holds memories, of buried rabbits as they died. Home sweet home. My home has love, where it could be felt. It’s full of laughter that roams every room. Home has love, heat fills my room. Home sweet home. My home has a family, That loves me too. They may look somber, but they’re always full of joy. They love home too. Home sweet home. My home is just a set of walls, a roof and a floor. My heart can roam, as much as I want. I can run, free and wild, and breathe the fresh air. Home sweet home. Home is where I truly belong. It may look untidy, with mess all around. But a home is never forgotten. Home is a place where I feel truly known. Home sweet home. I can feel lots of things when I’m at home. Like the time when things brighten up. You mostly feel happy when you’re at home. I may feel happy, sad, and lots more. Home sweet home. Don’t be jealous of fun and more, since home is a loving place. You may have lots of money and goods, but that can’t beat love and humor, home sweet home. When you’re at home, you have lots of feelings. But don’t be somber or sad, because you’re at home. Home sweet home. Home holds memories that are created and reminded. They may seem somber, they may seem bright. But they all can shine, on a rainy day. Home is full of laughter, that brightens things up. Home sweet home. Everybody deserves a home.