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 !