My given home

A home is a safe place. A place for everyone. A place I feel welcomed. A gift from God, I cannot live without. The way that it’s special to me is what it's all about. When I come home, I enter a secure household. When I enter the building, it is no longer cold. The fact that other humans don’t have a home makes me feel bad. I have this beautiful shelter that others deserve too. Everyday I’m sinking into my couch, wondering what I can do to help. I don’t want thousands of people to live outside in the freezing cold, So I’m gonna help out till I’m 100 years old. To the day I die, I will not hold back. We need to help the community, that’s a fact. Everybody should be living in a home, not the streets. A home is more than a structure, it is a treat. A treat for everyone, even you and me. It is more than stapled wood put together, It is the most valuable item to exist, ever. I will cherish this building forever, But also pass it on to one another. I'm wondering how others can have a home like me, Then it comes to mind, That habitat for Humanity is the key.