Home was once upon a time , a place so safe so calm , the remedy for the sick , a place to stop and rest ,
but now its only four walls , holding up an old roof , who knows what these walls have heard ? what the roof has seen ?
A place so far from what you imagine , its not my serenity nor is it divine , but did the walls get thicker ? or the people changed ?
Did the roof decide to be unkind? or the sarcasm got into me ? Do the walls block me out ? or the stubbornness of the dwellers ?
This home was built with bricks , and it stands today with the same bricks so tall , its not the wall or roof or door , the people bring the feeling .
Dedicated to all those who run away from all the nonsupporting behavior of their family at home whether a brother , sister , mother or father , the world and it's negative forces are already trying to bring us down , support your family at home don't join the forces against them . MORE SUPPORT please !