Home, to me, is a lasting place,
where you can plan to spend your years.
No matter how big the problem is
your parents are all ears.
Home, to me, is a protecting place,
where you’re safe from most things bad.
Home’s somewhere, you’re sheltered
and guarded by mom and dad.
Home, to me, is a considerate place,
of respect and care.
A place where you have the things you need
and family members share.
Some people live differently,
alone or with some friends.
Or maybe with a full family,
the choices never end.