When I think of home I think of family
All the memories inside the walls
Dreams and Goals that will eventually come true.
At home I know I am loved and cared for
Safe from all danger,
And when things get tough,I know that my family will be with me through everything.
When I think of home I think of all the joy
through the years
And everything I am grateful for.
Like a warm bed,roof and toys
But we take so much for granted,
Like food,clean water and the place we call home.
I wish the system could change.
So we could all have a place to call home.
I wish everyone could experience all the
things we take for granted each day.
So why don’t we donate or volunteer
Because a small gesture like giving some spare change
can make someone’s day.