Home Is Where You Make It

Home has a purpose when you're here to stay.

Home has no reason and not much to say.

Home is the evening, the midnight or day.

Home has no seasons, a colorful gray.

Home is the safest that you've ever been.

Home is alone or when you're with friends.

Home has no sadness, it's laughter within.

Home doesn't get even, it's refuge to sin.

Home is a place that I've never been like time and space it's gone with the wind.