Home

Perhaps it’s a dream,
Perhaps it’s a nightmare.
But home is home
No matter how far you go.
You see,
Where you reside has power
Over your being.
It molds you
Changes every aspect that you have.
Warmth and love
Gives you joy.
Harsh and cold
Makes one distant.

Perhaps an outstretched hand is a sweet caress.
Perhaps an outstretched hand is a cruel blow.
But home is home
No matter how far you go.
It will stay by your side.
Every haunting moment,
Every charming memory.
You can’t escape it,
Even when your grown.
But just know
That you can make a new home.
Make it all your own.
Because that’s the point of home.