A home needs a body
Or it's nothing more
That bricks and stone.
A home is welcoming
And decorated just so
Comfortable and safe!
What do you do when home
Is empty dark or alone
Or wonders why keep standing?
You open the doors You go on in
and turn on lights, You whisper
and sing and fill it with noise
You decorate and proclaim
This is where you want to stay
And claim it for your own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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