Home
Home is where your people are
Not the house
It’s where your soul is
Not your bones
You can carry it with you in your pocket
You can have your very own home
It’s not the abode
The dwelling
The hall
It’s your heart
And your mind
And where you finally fall
To at the end of the day
When you need a place to stay
A place to go
But have no money to go to and fro
Your home is just there
Right inside
Your heart and your head
And no one can take that from you
Not even when they’ve bled
The last drop from your being
Home is where your people are
Not where you’re living