Home

Home is anything to anyone to me. You never feel alone, empty or sometimes even free. Though home is a place of happiness or sometimes glee Not everyone is thoroughly happy. A haven, a harbor, a whispered decree, Home is a feeling, for all to agree. A sanctuary, built with love's allowance, A place where the soul finds its harmony. To some, it's a cottage, small and neat, Where laughter rings out and love's embrace is sweet, A cozy embrace where the memories repeat, The place of belonging where all hearts meet. For some, a mansion so grand and tall, Where shadows dance and love enthralls. Home is a fortress, a place where to be bold, Where burdens lifted, stories unfold, A comforting place where stories are told, A haven of safety, where tired souls are bold. Sometimes it's a journey, a path yet untold, A place in the heart, where the spirit is bold. A feeling of comfort, a story unfolds, A place of belonging, where hope beholds. For home, to each soul, is a mystery, A place of embrace, where hearts find their plea.