My house is the only place I can call home.
There, with my family, in happiness I roam.
Family, friends, laughter, love.
Those are the things home is made of.
Home is a lucky gift to me.
Not everyone has that, there are those without, I see.
Lightning, thunder, snow, rain.
My house shelters me from any pain.
My house represents opportunity.
There, with my family, we’re all in unity.
Safety, peace, support, joy.
Taken for granted, like an everyday toy.
Home makes me feel as if I’m free.
Free from all the negative thoughts held inside of me.
My home holds in it, my family.
There, together we rest happily.