A Home is Something Else
A house is a house.
A home is something else.
My family is there. There to comfort me and get me through hard times. No matter if you are a different race you will be welcomed in. The wind and rain won’t knock our home down because love is supporting the foundation. If the house burns in the flames of hate, love is the cure. So no matter if the devil or hate crumbles our house, home is there waiting.
Lives that matter are waiting.
Waiting for you to save them from the fire.
That house will leave, into the ash on the ground. You can save them.