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Please do not define me by the house I’m living in. You don’t know where I’m going; you don’t know where I’ve been. Just because my house is not a mansion or chalet, Doesn’t mean I can’t be just as happy where I stay. The circumstances of our lives can change from time to time. It seems to me that this time, a change will soon be mine. I’m not sure I am ready to face this task again. I’m longing for the days of youth and happy times back then. No matter where I hang my hat, my heart is still the same. Four walls alone won’t make a home when filled with doubt or shame. A house is made of bricks or wood, but this I must confide… A house is not a home unless true love resides inside. A home should be a place that reaches out its arms to you, Some rocking chairs on your front porch, where you enjoy the view. As soon as you set foot inside the door you know you’re home, Where Home Sweet Home is always best, no matter where you roam. The welcome mat, it does just that…it makes you feel secure. It doesn’t matter where you’re at, or if you’re rich or poor. I think a home can know if you are feeling sad or blue, And in its way, will do its best to take good care of you. To me, there's nothing sadder than a house no one lives in. No family to call its own, and empty rooms within. Its windows are the eyes that blankly stare, as if to say, “Won’t you come inside and take my loneliness away?” The houses where I’ve lived before were happy ones, you see. I loved each one in different ways and I know they loved me. I left my mark on each of them in one way or another, Especially the one I shared with Daddy and my Mother. This home won’t be as nice as some I’ve lived in, in the past. Financial strain can dwindle down a bank account so fast. I have to do what’s right for me, and not for any other. If you don’t like the place I live, I can’t go buy another. I hope I won’t be judged by where I live, because you see Your circumstances, too could change; you may live next to me. Tornado Magnet, Trailer Trash…call me what you will. The only thing that matters is the sweet relief I’ll feel. Although it’s sad to leave this home, I never understood, The heavy burden of my debt would soon be gone for good. So if you want to tease me now, I’m sure you will agree, This “almost” Trailer Trash is very soon to be debt-free!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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