Home is a place, warm and cozy, a place where you are surrounded by friends and family.
Home can be a place that is small or tall,
walls thick as cement,
windows as clear as water,
a roof that can be as strong as bricks.
Home is a place that belongs to you.
Home is a place where you wake up every morning.
The minute you walk through the door,
Your home is protecting you,
Your parents are looking out for you.
Rushing up the stairs, you open the brand new bedroom door.
Your home is not just a home.
It’s a living thing.
When I wake up,
I jump out of bed and rush down the stairs.
My family is at the table, waiting for me.
Even though it’s a small gesture,
I still feel grateful.
My house is a living thing.