Home Is Me, Where I’m Free

When I think of a house, I whisper home because home is the one place I never feel alone. It is where tired hearts rest, where worries feel small, where love is the light shining over us all. Home is the sound of familiar voices at night, soft words that make things right. It is warm meals, kind hugs, and laughter so true and knowing there’s always a place just for you. It’s where my tears fall without any fear, Where someone will listen, someone will care. Where broken days slowly start to feel whole, and hope finds its way back into my soul. Some people wander, still searching to see, a place that feels safe, the way home feels to me. So I hold my gratitude deep in my heart. For this gentle blessing I had from the start. Through storms and through shadows, through joy and through pain, Home stays beside me like soft falling rain. It lifts me, it saves me, it helps me believe, In dreams I can chase and the goals I achieve. So when I say home, I say it with tears, with love and with thanks for all of these years. Because home isn’t walls, or ceilings, or doors. It’s love that stays steady, forever and more. No matter where I go, I carry home’s warmth in my heart, letting love always flow.