Home, not just where I go

Home is my safe place. But it’s not just where I go. It puts a roof over my head, lays me down on my bed. But that's not all. Not the cookies we bake, But the memories we make. That's what's special to me. The games we play, The Lyver way! “It’s my turn! “No it’s mine!” Coming home from school, “Time to do your chores!” The yummy smell of mom and dads meals fill the house. Not the TV we watch, And the toys we bought, But the memories we make, while swimming in the lake! Tibbs eve party time! My favourite part of the year! “There’s too many people here!” Myself and my friends hide in my room, Sitting together, and eating the food! So I love my home! It makes me feel safe, special and wanted, but most of all, when I walk in that building I feel Loved. And that's what's important. So it's not just the good memories we share, it’s the bad ones too. The ones that remind us that we can get through everything together. So that's why… Home is not just where I go.