I lost my home again
They wrote to me, asking where I’ve been
But I had no clue
Address as strange as my name
Putting numbers together, everything sounds the same
Home, I’ll come back again
But you change places
Home, tell me where your place is
I lost my home again
They wrote to me, asking where I’ve been
But I had no clue
Address as strange as my name
Putting numbers together, everything sounds the same
Home, I’ll come back again
But you change places
Home, tell me where your place is
Reality strikes
And your dreams turnout better than you’ve imagined
The things you feared turn grey
And the things you loved are planted
Suddenly you see
All you need is to dream and to let it be
The difference between you and me
Boils down to geography
I was born somewhere far beyond your sea
And so you see me differently
…
The difference between a citizen and a refugee
Is just
Another disaster of this world I see
Miles define who we are and who we can be
…
If you weren’t born where you were
Who would you be?
Our dreams were so big
They thought us fools
Our path was so new
For their old tools
Yet we pave a foot after another
And we create new dreams for others
To follow
For they think their dreams are too big to come true
Digging
Nails full of dirt
Trying to find a magic spell
That was lost
Losing my sanity
Despising gravity
Then I remember
I wrote the spell once before
I can rewrite it once more!
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The ant circled my empty plate, hopeful
He moved with purpose
But I
Sitting high
Can see the desert he is yet to discover
…
I wondered how I looked to God
Or a being much bigger than myself
Then I washed the ant away
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I am not black nor white
Somewhere in between
And the grey is no color for a human being
Yet I feel you, him, her…
I feel what you can and can not become
And I wonder if humans saw in black and white lenses
Would it matter much to anyone
The golden color I carry
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I called to the spirit within
That thing that drives me
And forces me to begin
Another journey
Another day
Another hour
And here she stays
Not very far
In fact, she’s so close that I couldn’t see
That she was me
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