A Home to Me

Home Is home a feeling or a place? I ask myself that almost every day But I know that to me it's both It may not be my house, but it’s just as good No one’s there to judge you And everyone there accepts you And even if you’re alone, you know that somewhere, someone loves you And, you probably know, That some people don’t have a home Although I hope you’re impressed, this felt like a test And I hope you realized That a lot of people need us There’s so much to live for So, I appreciate, this home that was given to me And, well, I hope you do, because you should too I’m making this poem For the people that don’t have a home For the people who feel alone