My home is what I can call my own.
My pillow is as fluffy as a cloud but burning hot like the sun.
My dad’s strong words will keep roars like a dinosaur away.
And my home will be safe for me to stay.
The floors and roofs that keep me safe today may not be as they seem tomorrow.
On a stormy night when lighting hits everything in a flash.
I will turn on my light but get blinded by the ¨ sun¨.
Decorations and painted walls will replace my tears with a smile when I´m sad.
Every time I get hurt my parents will be their in a hurry
And I can always call my home my own.