The True Meaning of My Home

The true meaning of my home I have a place, I call it my home Without a doubt it is my own My house is more than just a roof and walls It is where I learned important lessons of all When people ask me what I love My home answer it form above It keeps me safe and warm When something is happening in the storm I have a bed and a room While others have nothing but a broom Whenever it rains or pours Its wings makes us sheltered from the storm I have a baby sister that always cries When I see her I feel like I am fried Oh I wonder what it would be without a house for my family and me I shiver with fear when they are not near My house blocks the despair When every I am down it is always there My parents hands make me healthy and strong Even when I did something wrong I take the keys and lock the door I say goodbye once more From my heart I say goodbye In my brain I will draw a smile It is a need Because it has a heart just like me That's the true meaning of my home