When I think of Home
When I think of Home I think I think of fun.
When I go home I think of all the people that can’t have as much fun as I can.
My family makes me warm when I cold.
My family makes me happy when I’m feeling sad.
I want all the homeless to feel that way.
I want the homeless to feel the same way I do.
I want the homeless to go home to a nice warm dinner
I want them to be loved by others.
I don’t want to give up on the homeless people
They deserve to feel the way I feel.
My family brings me joy and just sitting on a chair and relaxing brings me joy.
I think other people should feel that way.