What Home Means To Me
When I think of home I think of a cozy place
I don’t prefer it as a nosey place.
I like to think of my cozy bed
I don’t think of it as a lousy shed.
I think of home as a place to think with my head
And a place where I can jump onto my bed.
I think of home as a place where I include family
And a place where I include fantasy.
For me my home was free
But I know I didn’t win the lottery.