With no Home

Home to me is not just a cube with bricks and where I stay if I am sick, but everyone needs a home because it is the place that they roam. When I am right beside the fireplace I have the quietest space. At least I have a roof over my head because some people don’t have anything like me, but when I see the people with no home I stay quiet in my dome, after some minutes in my dome I said I am so sad cause he has no home. When I sleep I think in my dreams that if someone does not have a home if they ever do manage to get one it will be special and one of a kind, and to ever see him with a smiling face that one action will stay alive. When they are happy I am happy they will love their home in just a snappy, I know they would love their home above and beyond, I am a trustworthy friend, some people don’t understand but really I am.