Home is where the life is the happy and the sad
the couraged and the scared.
and when i walk by those people sitting on the streets
i think haw we are lucky to have a home
We say thanks for our meals
but home isn’t about the stuff we have
home is a happy place
a place to lay our heads
when i think of home
i think of memories
i think of all the happiness there could ever be
i also think of lonely souls
laying by the road
i think ‘oh what can i do’
then it hit me i’ll help you.