Home

What is home and Where is it??
Is it just a place to sleep and sit??
That sounds similar with jail, a bit
Shelter to pass night, at dawn we split
No, that's just not it. I admit.

Home is our soul's crib
On our soul, holds a grip
Calls us back, from all our trip
No matter how far, we sail ship
Finally at home, a complete round-trip

Where one lives permanently is not always a home
Where one sits peacefully, that's always his throne

House and home are two different things
Differentiated from feeling it brings
One lets you, live; other live like the Kings.
Houses give, sensation of suffocating stings
But Homes', they have bell that rings
Strums melodious strings
Plus, gives freedom wings

Houses are made, Homes' become...

But, even I have yet to find
A home, made for my kind
A resting ground for my mind
Where I am safely kept and dined
A location of home, clearly defined
Under constellations, perfectly aligned
A home, intricately designed.