What home means to me

My home isn’t made of bricks and beams, my home is made of love and dreams It’s not a building where I sleep, it’s a feeling that Ii’ll always keep It’s the smell of a fresh homemade meal, my home is such a blessed feel It’s where I kneel each night to pray, when I am home I know the way When I am home I have hope I’ll alway have loving people there, that will comfort me when I feel bared I love my home, I will never lose it no matter where I go I’ll love my home forever That is what I know