In Search of Home

Oh me, my, I’ve been so voiceless
Still, the same feel of time traps me in my songs

And no matter how hard I try to fight it,
The past beats in me like a drum

I’ve done my worst to silence the best in me,
But not even in death will I rest in peace like we

Please, someone tell me if I sold my soul,
Because it’s as if I’ve forgotten where it is

And I’ve burned down so many houses to search the ashes,
Time and time, only to find her bones

And I’m still looking for it:
That feeling she and I called home

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