A Feeling, Not a Place

Home is a place where you can be, A place where everyone is free, Home is like fried rice, Its good, And delicious, And everyone’s is different, But there is one common thing, They all have rice, They all have family or friends, They all have love, And it being in a bowl doesn't matter, ‘Cause they all have rice, They all have love, Home isn't a place, It's a people, If you can't find love, Then come home, Cause someone will always be there for you, If its habitat for humanity, Or the neighbor next door, You’ll always have home.