A home is created by people,

A home is created by people,

By photos on a wall,

By smelling what the Rock is cooking,

That is, if life has made your mama wrestle too much,

Or if everything you do raises your dad’s eyebrow.

A home is created by people,

Tall people,

Short people,

But not all people.

A home is created by people,

Notes will not buy you a home,

It takes rhythm to find a home,

Sometimes It takes a beating before you become a home,

When life itself is the song of your life, we call that home.

A home is created by people,

By people being real,

People are not holy,

But realness make you wholly.

A home is created by people.

The builders’ hands make houses.

A home is created by the hand you give when someone asks for a hand,

By mouths that join hands to pray,

By a hand talking to another hand,

A hand asking for marriage,

Or sometimes a hand saying, come... we stay.