A House and a Home

A home, where love was whelming Unconditionly forgiving It took care of everything And was always welcoming A house, that has been through the wars Blood on the floors, walls covered in sores Curtains torn, bolted down doors An Unsteady fondation was born A house, where certainty did not lie THere was joy that went a awry Confused tears were cried The charm had died inside A house, that began to rebuild Where Passion and faith were once killed The focus of hope was filled Needed boundries were instilled A home, where three is more than four Slowly sweeping the blood stained floors Hope is healing the walls open sores Cracking open the reluctant doors