Where is home

Where is home.

I’ve been so many places made so many rooms home,
Forgetting the reasons to where I roam ,
Find so many things to make it feel right ,
Memories of my family to get me through the night,

But where is home among all the empty rooms,
No amount of stars or balloons,
Will make a place your real home,
Until you put down roots to where you roam,

It’s not about materials that make a home ,
It could be a tree house or a dome,
But as long as you have the special things that make your life better,
It doesn’t matter the weather if the sky is wetter,

A home is where the memories and heart lie,
despite all the people and memories like go by.