What is home?

A shelter we share with our family?

Where the ones we are about reside?

Or is it not a physical thing?

Its the place our minds feel most at ease.

Its the place we long to be.

The place we let our souls roam free.

No one understands us like home.

No one can make us feel the way home does.

Home doesnt just give us shelter, but gives us love.

The love we long for in life.

Without that love, what is life?

Without home, what is life?