Home
The home is where the heart is
But is that true?
Homes are where we live
Where we desire to be
Somewhere that makes us glee.
Home to me is where the night owl crows
Where our memories are afloat.
When you feel down,
Home is just out the window.
My home is in Georgia.
This home has been with me through
Thick and thin,
Love and hate,
High and low.
The home is where you
Make it.
Because homes are humble
To you.
For this is the place you
May proceed to live.
