Home

Home, I flow through you like a comb Your safe and warm when I am home my heart can swarm, With my family close and near and suddenly I have no fear With a bed to rest my head Home doesn't have to be a place you can roam and just remember you're not alone Some people don’t have a house some people don't have a blouse Home is a feeling it's a person It's not just a building its memories and love. In the winter, my home keeps me warm and I'm sorry to say some kids my age and younger don't have a place to stay I'm thankful for my home and I hope I'm not alone.