Distant Lands
Home, I don’t understand, you.
You are wanted by all, and obtained by all.
You are manipulated, changed, obtained by everyone every day. Every night.
Why do you stand among sin?
Home, I don’t understand, you.
A haven that shares the ideals of all, each haven, having separate rules, colors.
Banners waving high, the wind unsettled.
Feeling the chill, the world moving by.
Home, I don’t understand, you.
That wind, brushing your skin like thin nails, constantly on your shoulder.
You never look, until you see someone else do it, holding you hostage.
Home, I don’t understand, you,
Home, Home, Home.
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