Houses are supposed to be home
Some may never find that perfect one
Some people stay alone.
All you can hear around are bones
Those that have nothing to fear,
Maybe the lucky ones for now.
We shall wait for those to come near.
The water rises and goes down.
Just like life, there’s up and downs.
No one has a perfect home,
Whether it be family with a frown,
Or a family that likes to roam.
Everyone’s life is different,
Nobody will have the same story.
