Home

Home, A place we all know, Familiar faces, With meals that warm your heart and soul. Nobody cares where you are from or where you go, One thing for certain is that, You can always count on Home being there. From the cold Canadian nights to the warm summer, From the crack of dawn to the darkness of night, Home will be there. It is not the structure we call home but the feelings, the memories, the laughter, the family. In times of love, in times of celebration, in times of mourning, Home is there. Just imagining sitting on the street, Cold, with nothing to call your own, It makes me wish that, Everybody had a home. Every person. Every family. Everyone deserves a place where they can feel safe. This is what home means to me.