Upon a mountaintop so high
where crested eagles soar and fly,
we shall build a house of clay
that no amount of wind could sway.
But thunder cracks and rubble falls;
what good���s a house without four walls?
I���ll look upon your eyes in plea ���
Where is home?
In oceans vast and stalwart blue
where everything feels fresh and new,
we could dive into the depths so deep
that no one but the great whales sleep.
But void of common scales and fins,
we���re doomed by curse of human skins.
I���ll look upon your eyes in plea ���
Where is home?
Fires rage and villains chase;
we tell ourselves we���ll win this race
but still the floods and quakes and rules
chase away these hapless fools,
blinded by cement and brick;
a smoke and mirror worthy trick.
If only I had strength to see ���
Home is by my side.
Published on November 29, 2014 07:12