Home meets the heart

When I think of home, I think of what I own, But I should be thinking of what I’m lucky to have. I have a heart-warming family, My own room with a bed and room for my clean clothes. I think home is where you have shelter, And where you can relax. Home is where you can rest your head, Like on a couch, a chair or a friend. Home is where you show your family affection, When you and your friend have connections. Home is where you can be yourself, Without having to pretend your someone else. Home is warm and bright like the sun, A place where everything happens for fun.