When I think of home,
I think of a place that I’m never alone.
My loving family’s always there,
and for people who don’t have this,
it just isn’t fair.
When I’m at home I can act like myself,
and whenever I need it,
I can always find help.
Every night I sit down to a nice warm meal,
but when I think of people who don’t have this,
my heart doesn’t heal.
Home is more than just a place,
it’s somewhere no one would hold a grudge,
it’s someplace you’re safe,
it’s somewhere you’re never judged.
But what a home is,
most of all,
is a place that you’re loved,
rich or poor,
big or small.