Where Love Lives

Home is a place where my heart learns to rest, Where comfort is quiet and kindness is at the very best. Beneath those tough walls Love still calls. But deeper than rooftops or rooms filled with air Is the tender, unshakable warmth of their care. My parents, with patience that time can’t undo, Built home in the ways that they carried me through. Their voices that guide me to learn the rights They're just knights fighting for my light. They patched every fear with encouragement Teaching me courage, and right from the wrong. Their care was the rhythm beneath every day, A compass that showed me the safest of ways. In quiet support or in laughter we shared, I learned what it meant to be wholly prepared. Home is a place where love lives,