What's Your Home Be Like
Beautiful homes
Some partially covered
Some dilapidated
Others nicely plastered
It depends whose willing
To love the way you should
A home, a symbol of fortitude
Of hope, aspiration and pride
You choose to rest and hide
When the world is tiring
It's where your refuge of power lies
A blessing, a fine day thriving
No matter what shapes it be
Still a comfort to warm a heart
A needing love is all its worth.
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