Home Sweet Home

Home, a harbor or a battleground,

Wounds with memories, past and new. 

Wandering in streets, where strangers creep,

An aching for home, runs deep.

Hours of joy and hours of sorrow, 

Welcoming both is a child's fate. 

Showers of kisses, warm and true,

Yet curses linger like petrichor. 

Through every battle, we stand strong, 

They are my light house in my rise and fall. 

With their light, I find my way, 

Together, and never astray.