A place I call home

Home, to me, is with a loved one A friend with muddy little paws A friend whose innocent, trusting eyes look at me with love A friend who means the world Home is a friend, and a friend is how a house becomes a home A safe, loving home Because home is a friend. Home is not just where light shines It’s where I’m free to be in the dark Simply being happy is not what counts, It’s the freedom to not be perfect Home is love, and love is acceptance For what I’m going through Because home is love. And wherever that same love thrives, House or not, Is a place I call home.