a place called home

As you see your home
You feel relieved and happy because of the
Memories that come to mind locked in a certain place
In your mind , you see life sitting on that base
Remembering all this unusual memories even
If the lady was not your mother ,
But sometimes you’ll have to appreciate
And realise that family is not about who’s
Blood you carry it is about who you love and loves you
Life is about forgiving and moving on , because everyday
God gives us a second chance anger is the knife that separates
Love that is adhesive and sticks us together in good or bad times
Even though we wake up every morning leaving home
But when the sun sets we all go back to the place we left in the morning
It’s memories stick and stay around for as much as you can remember.
You might leave for ages but you’ll always come back
Were ever you are those memories we’ll come back in
Your mind and remind you to go back to the place you were
Born in ,because it is

a place called home.