Home
The everlasting longing for a place to call home.
Is it within us, or in a church with a dome.
This is the question yet to stand.
For what is a nation without land.
The answer is easy for those who know.
The difference between a friend and a foe
Some fight for power. Some fight to be free.
All in a world made of tyranny.
So what is this place that we call home.
Is it the people. Or is it Rome.
We all know the answer. It is buried within.
And one day will come when we are free of all sin.
The people will rise and the people are free.
All in a world with no tyranny.
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