What Home Means to Me

When I am at my home I can be myself And not be judged by someone else When I’m at my home I feel loved And I feel as beautiful as a dove It’s a place where I can be free My home is like a bee It’s beautiful but sometimes it can be mean Like a stinger but the stinger eventually dies and it’s beautiful again I can think about anything I want My home makes myself cheerful And it makes me and my family joyful My home feels like I’m unlocking something special It’s not something bad like the devil It’s something kind and nice like an angel If I didn’t have home I would be sad But I do have a home so I am very glad My home is my favourite place And I love it so so much