The sense of home

The sense of home, where no one is alone. We hug like clockwork, Even though we are grown. The kindness and compassion help me to do homework. Home is where my parents play and say how much they love us. They are always there to travel the roads, Or to put us on the school bus. They hold our hands when we cross the crossroads. The sense of home is chaos Between my siblings And all our hockey playoffs. We’ve been together since the beginning The sense of home are my favorite four walls, I also call it my room. In my four walls I have lots of good calls, When my flowers bloom, it smells like perfume. Not everyone has a home That is why I'm typing on a chrome That is why I’m helping habitat for humanity For their security. I love my home and I hope everybody has a home So that is why I want to win so they can have a home like mine.