When I think of home

When I think of home, I feel like I'm somewhere where I belong, feel safe and comfortable. There's a difference between a house and a home, because a house is a structure and nothing more than that, but a home is like a place that's safe, a place to run and hide and a place to grow, just like how plants live in soil while they grow. Home can be anything, anywhere. When I think of people who don't have homes, I feel like someone just stabbed me in the heart because most of them have to live on the streets, under a bridge and even go into a nearby shop for shelter while it rains outside. Some even have a place to stay but either can't pay the bills or they don't have any more money to stay any more nights. That's why I'm writing this poem, so I can help people without homes, so they can wake up to a warm and cozy bed each morning.