Home is a place that is always the best, every time I go there I always feel blessed,
And if I think about the poor, it makes me happy no more,
But all that I know is that I’m in a safe place, and when I’m at home I always feel grace,
But when I hear homeless and how they feel hopeless, it always makes myself feel super soulless, when mom and dad are not here it doesn’t feel like home,
but when they are here I feel like I could roam,
The poor may have no homes, but they still have bones so treat them normal,
Home is the place where you are cared for, and when there’s care there is never war.