Our House
Sitting in a circle square
resolute to share our pain
life as kiddies was not fair
each salute did slice a vain
Dark denial was our training
both true and false fell deep
as the blows they came a raining
none of us did peep
The memories they start to heat
like some old lava lake
as a gaggle we retreat
cause all we knew was fate
So now we have no room to land
no space to call our own
none of it was even planned
no place was ever home
See a plot of land just there
all emerald well defined
grant it lord and well be square
just like you were so kind
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