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Work to feed And then feed to work more Rent is high for such a life Yet one must work Work through the bone Work for a home Sell one's soul Dream to buy it back One day... Day, every day And after dusk Complaint, crib and moan The dream I was projected? Where is that home? At swords with the people In awe of the walls Frantic attempts At life Dissolve it with time - The difference Between a house And a home Yet Leave home each day To save that dreamt dream Stay away Labour on Hold on to it Before its gone All for love For dreams and promises Of a life without stone Of a life in a home Work away in irony For that dream called home Come back to the doorstep For another night In the rented motel Away from the bosses Closer to home Tired steps Heavy feelings Fatigued and torn Thirsty for the warmth And hunger unknown For that place called home Dreams of childhood Long buried in grandma's garden The reality of the world Very heavily borne With hopes of a quite afterlife To be spent cosily Happily alone In that nest called home Sometimes the walls They implode Family's quarrels Doors bang angrily After a long day's work Mornings leave an escape Nights are lost While batteries recharge For the next day The next fight When days are lost fighting And forgotten are the nights Hurrying to collect pieces To build that dream-filled dome That place.... ....called home
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
Home Sweet Home
Work to feed And then feed to work more Rent is high for such a life Yet one must work Work through the bone Work for a home Sell one's soul Dream to buy it back One day... Day, every day And after dusk Complaint, crib and moan The dream I was projected? Where is that home? At swords with the people In awe of the walls Frantic attempts At life Dissolve it with time - The difference Between a house And a home Yet Leave home each day To save that dreamt dream Stay away Labour on Hold on to it Before its gone All for love For dreams and promises Of a life without stone Of a life in a home Work away in irony For that dream called home Come back to the doorstep For another night In the rented motel Away from the bosses Closer to home Tired steps Heavy feelings Fatigued and torn Thirsty for the warmth And hunger unknown For that place called home Dreams of childhood Long buried in grandma's garden The reality of the world Very heavily borne With hopes of a quite afterlife To be spent cosily Happily alone In that nest called home Sometimes the walls They implode Family's quarrels Doors bang angrily After a long day's work Mornings leave an escape Nights are lost While batteries recharge For the next day The next fight When days are lost fighting And forgotten are the nights Hurrying to collect pieces To build that dream-filled dome That place.... ....called home
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
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