My home, a place where I can go when I’m feeling low,
A place to go where I know I belong.
My home, my shelter to the world when I don’t want to come out,
And my playground when I want to jump around.
The lights aren’t what make my home so bright,
It’s the hearts within that make it glow.
The chairs and shelves aren’t what make my home so full,
It’s the love and memories from over the years.
My home is a place that welcomes people with open arms.
My home is a space where there is love to spare.