What Is Home?

Is home just where you rest your head, Or is it something more? Is it just where you make your bed, Or where a baby bird learns to soar? And when the trees trade their leaves For glistening, crystalline coats, Is it someplace to go For shelter from snow, Or a safe place to learn, laugh and grow? Truth is, home's all this, and so much else. It's not just a place, not just a house. It's where you go when you're broken and bruised. Where you return when the world has been cruised. This is what home means to me. Whether way up North or by the sea, In a city or on a farm, It's where you're happy, safe and warm. Big or small, old or new, Home is where you can be you.