What is Home?

Home is the place I don't want to leave it smells like love and old memories and also the place that finds my way like yesterday arguing with today The walls have known me from the start the floor knows my steps by heart Every step has left a mark Even silence plays its part Home is where the light stays on Where I am never left alone and even when I'm gone I know I still belong Home is where I can just be me don't have to pretend and just be free I can finally let my guard down with a smile, not a frown Home is not perfect, it is peaceful it doesn't always feel fair or kind but it waits for me, unchanged and patient like it's built to survive my mind