A lot of good people,
But feeling attached to none,
Have been long time,
Since I've felt at home,
It's hard to search one,
When you never had none,
Searching a home is an arduous work,
When you don't know your own worth,
But finding a home is an immense blessing,
And may be the most beautiful thing,
A home where we need no words,
Just expressions and hugs,
And a lap to put our head on,
To forget things that are gone,
A home where we speak our heart,
Without feeling that we're too much,
And an extra hug as good night,
When our brains don't function right,
A home that serves not only sugary food,
But bitter gourds too to keep the health good,
Some seemingly bad decisions to help you grow,
And an extra push whenever we feel low,
A home where we belong to,
A home where we could run into,
A home where differences create diversity and not a problem,
A home where we are special even when we're just so normal.
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