It was the base of all
It had rules and guidelines
and dammit it had time out's
and should's and must's
It was the quarter
that molded the center of you
that gave you that armor
that shield
and most importantly
that helmet
Sometimes there was war
and the walls shook from the screams
and other moments, the warmth melted
the hostility within
It held as many members as it could
and sometimes it magically expanded
as the people grew more and more
You left it for long periods of time
you thought you'd enjoy the liberty
from those guidelines and such
and you did
But at the end of the day
you will always know
the road back
like the back of your hand
You will always
find your
way
home