We Carry Light Beneath Our Home

My home is wise and old. It sits not alone but in the thorny snow, years go on, years go by, memories upon memories stacked on each other under below making new ones to invite to their new home. As long as the light glows, we carry our legacy under a throne, we don’t hide, we don’t lie, we reach high in the sky. We chase far and wide beneath the stars as we carry the light of our home. As our house grows old, we too shall grow old, the memories that lay in our abode shall never die as the light beneath our home glows. “Welcome home..” Every single person deserves a home no matter what they have done in their lives, they deserve a home, everyone should deserve a home and I’m very thankful for mine and you should too!