Home.


Home, is where there's warmth,
When you're frozen and bitter
Home, is where there's rain,
When its all parched, and no glitter.
Home, is where there's peace,
In trouble or commotion
Home, is where there's love,
Not a drop, but an ocean
Home, is where there's comfort,
On that one strong shoulder
Home, is where there's joy,
Without any obstacle, or boulder.
Home, is where our hearts,
Will always turn to
Home, lies in me,
And in each one of you.

All of us have the ability to provide shelter to someone, emotionally. All of us have the ability to make someone feel comfortable, feel loved, and feel home.
So when you get that chance to make someone feel good with all that you have, don't let it go. :)

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