The Meaning of Home

So many things so many things to imagine in my mind When I'm sitting in my room jumping around every time I feel like I'm going to touch the moon I love my home it is nice When I go to sleep I hope the bed bugs don't bite When I wake up I see my beautiful white walls smiling at me Then I know I'm going to be alright Everyone needs a home Without a home rain and snow will be able to roam Home is were everyone should bolong