My home has one room, that’s all it needs.
It has no doors or windows, just a room, no more.
This room is my heart, this room is my home.
As long as I’m where my heart is I am never alone.
The room can be anywhere, sky or sea.
It doesn’t really matter as long as the place is special to me.
Whenever I am down and out of hope,
I think of my room’s home and that keeps me afloat.
And whenever I feel that nobody is on my side,
I think of where my heart is, and that makes me smile.
And whenever I feel the world is weighing down on me,
I just think of my place, and I’m happy.
Copyright Stephanie Barton 2013