The True Meaning of Home

I like my home Though it’s quite small It’s not like others Big and tall And even though I can’t walk far without hitting a wall I think its like my own fortress That I know won’t fall But some others say “my home is not big enough There is just no room for all of my stuff” And while the complain and they pout I’ll tell you right now what they don’t think about They don’t think about those without a home Cold Shivering Alone And so, every day I wake up and say “I’ll be alright because I have a home A place where I live A place where I’ve grown” And if someone asked me “what is the meaning of home?” I’d say “you see, there is no good meaning for home and I’m sure when I say this, I'm not alone There is no good meaning for such a place A place where you can show your face No matter your race I do believe that’s the true meaning of home One that will never be properly shown