A Place called Home

A Place called Home. Home is a place to live for a while, Family is a feeling, a laughter, a smile. Friends can be the comfort, the happiness, the memories. Love can be anywhere, anyone, or anything. Passion is the feeling of nice blazing fire, Hope is the sound of a nice singing choir, Heart is the love around the room, Warmth is the learning that blooms, These are all the feelings of home A special place to roam A home can be the feelings or joy A home to place all your toys I don’t know what else to say But a home can make your day. When I think of home I think of a cozy warm place I think of the joy, the love, the grace, When I think of a house I think of an empty building I think of the screws, the wood, the driling A home is far more special A house is a bit of a wrestle What is a home to ever last? Will a home ever disappear in the past? So let me tell you this my friend, The everlasting love of a home will never end.