Home is a place where you feel safe,
keeping you from storms and bad things outside.
You can never feel completely lost at home,
you know everything there.

Home is a place where families are built,
hour by hour day by day year by year.
Game nights big dinners and birthdays,
our memories are built here.

Home is a place that's different for some people,
on the street in a car or under a bridge.
Not all people are lucky enough,
to have roofs over their heads.

So we see them everyday asking for help.

Home is a place that we all should be grateful for,
it gives us storage warmth and a place to sleep.
But if we want our home we must work for it,
because money doesn't grow on trees

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