People are homes

You knock, a stranger on my door, 

Whispering promises I can't ignore.

But before you step in, this much I need, 

Is this just a rest, a temporary seed?

My heart can't hold the thought people won’t stay, 

Another goodbye,

Remembering them long after they stray. 

People are homes

I want to be someone’s favorite place, you see, 

Where worries find comfort, anxieties rest.

So tell me now, am I your home?

'Cause I yearn to be a haven, come what may.

A safekeeping place for all that you hold,

Secrets, and dreams, whispered, never sold.

Every whispered prayer, every hidden tear, 

Here, they're safe, with nothing to fear.

My home’s a fortress, built to withstand, 

No room for games or a wandering hand. 

So tell me, stranger, 

Is this just rest, a shelter from the storm?

Or do you plan to make this your home? Maya | People are homes