HOME, IT’S NOT JUST A HOUSE

Home is the place you go when no one else accepts you The place you belong, no matter what you do Home is the place I have made my most wonderful memories, Where you share stories about your day, over cake and tea To me my family is what makes my house a home It's my favorite place to roam Since my first steps I have been forgiven more times than I can count almost like forgiveness is in my family's genome I remember one year, Every night when we crawled into bed My mom would read us stories of times far ahead When we finally got tired and layed our heads on our bedspreads She would tell us she loved us and would ‘till the end Some people don’t have a house but that’s no reason to think they don’t have a home I am grateful I have a home a place where I have grown To me my house is my home, to a little boy, home might be the hockey rink Or a little girls might be hanging out with her mink That just goes to say a home can be whatever you want it to be but a house, that’s just an empty building There is much more to a home than just four walls and a roof, it is full to the brim with love and good luck Home is the place I saw my first buck Where I saw my first duck driving a truck I'm so happy to help a lucky family get a new place to call home Maybe their kid is named Jerome I don’t know how much I can help But I want you to know my ten bucks is heartfelt