Happy Valley Goose Bay
Newfoundland and Labrador
What my Home Really Means to Me
Home is where I lay in bed to think of the stuff I should have said.
Sister, brother, even your mother the goodness in each other.
Black, white, brown, hear the door bell making the ding sound.
Poor, rich, even broke, think of hope.
The deeling when you open the door to see what’s truly yours.
Big, small, even tall, at least you have a roof for all.
I look out the window and what do I see a little buzzy bee looking down on me.
Home means to me a place where I can be free !!