HOME

Home is more than a place to live It is a place built of memories Built with love And not everyone has a home Not everyone has love but I do. The smell of moms food is good Which i’m always in my mood for My dad who I always have to include And in my home there’s always more. I go through memories lane And look at all my mistakes Thinking they are all fake But then I’m awake There’re some days I’m mad But most of them I’m sad A home I have which I’m always glad And there is something I have to add. I love my home which I’m always glad for.