Poetry

Happy Home

You know sometimes we think we're on our own.
In the hell of this world, we think we're alone.
But remember we all came from a home.

Maybe it was somewhere in the city.
The bright lights or the buildings, they're pretty.
Or maybe a farm with a dog and a cute gray kitty.

Or maybe from a desert, with the desert heat.
Or maybe back in the time, when the British had the best fleet.
We will sometimes redo our home, laying down a new rug sheet.

Or maybe you live out on farmland.
Or maybe you walk outside and feel the sand.
Or maybe on the highest mountain you stand.

But anywhere you are.
Look up at the midnight stars.
Look out at the city full of cars.

Look out at the blue sea.
Look at what you could be.
Away from the your dreams, do not flee.

Wherever we shall go.
Please do know;
To home you can flow.

No matter how hard you fall.
When you think you can't stand tall.
To home you can crawl.

This is our place.
Not a disgrace.
See the seriousness in my face.

Even if your alone,
Even if you think you're on your own.
Know that you have a happy home.