Home Bound
In the silence I hear the sound
Of the rhythm of the grind
And the cadence of the words
Of artists who have read my mind
Exposing their hearts for the world to see
Constant judgment became their reality
Yet they charged ahead never looking back
Their chaotic minds laid out like a map
Throughout the years they have been my voice
And a little piece of their souls have become my home
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