Home is where I know I am okay
Home is where strangers cannot lead me astray.
When I get home I know my family is there
I would not feel the same elsewhere.
A home is like a deck of cards
With all its different people and yards.
When I get home I smell my mom’s baking
Other people have to deal with their stomach aching.
I hear the sizzling of food being cooked
Some peoples hunger is completely overlooked.
Home is a great gift
Other people are forced to shoplift.
So next time you take home for granted
Think about the people who have levanted.