• This house is not a home.
    This is a place we come to retire,
    to finish our day with this so-called fammily.
    A family makes a home , but this family isn't true.
    There is no real love in this house,
    Only screams and tears.
    If it was a home it'd be warm and free,
    It wouldn't matter how much a mess the rooms were,
    as long as everyone was okay.
    Right and wrong would be known,
    and understanding and love would ring through the walls.
    But each wall is empty with the silent reminder
    that this house is not a home.