The Meaning of Home

A house is walls, a roof, a door, A place to stand, a solid floor. It keeps out rain, it blocks the breeze, And nothing's missing, the comfort, the ease. A home is where you laugh and cry, Where voices lift, where echoes sigh. It's warmth that lingers, hands that hold, A love more precious than pure gold. A house is built with stone and beams, But home is built with hopes and dreams. It's bedtime stories, whispered prayers, A place that shows somebody still cares. A house stands still, so proud, so tall, Yet home is what makes sense of all. It's not just where you lay your head, But where your soul is truly fed. Security is more than locks, It's knowing love won't turn to rocks. A house may shield you from the storm, But only love can keep you warm. So walls may rise, and roofs may shine, But home is built with divine love. Bricks are the base of the mighty house, strong, true, Yet the beauty of home flows from heart views.