“Home isn’t where
You hang your hat.
Perhaps home is much, much more than that.
Home isn’t where you kick off your shoes.
It isn’t four walls.
It isn’t even a roof.
I used to think home
Was just a pile of bricks
But I’m starting to learn it’s much more than this.
Home is the arms
That hold you close.
They stay through the good and the bad they won’t let you go.
Home is the eyes
That smile when they see you
Home is the ears that understand you.
Home is the hope
That a heartbeat can bring.
Home is a reason to live, a reason to love, and to sing.
Yes, home is much more than four walls and a roof.
It’s the people you have who are closest to you.
When I saw you last time, I wish that I knew,
What I’m now convinced of.
“Home” really means “you”.