Everybody seems strange
When you ain't quite at home
Everything seems to change
When you're lost out all alone
Nothing is what it seems
While you are away from home
Nothing is real, just all dreams
While away, lost all alone
When are you coming back home
When are you leaving this world
There's a call for you on the phone
And all it's saying is the same words
Won't you come back home
Anything is everything if nothing
Where you don't feel like home
Anyplace will be lost to the fringe
Where you're out all alone
When are you going back home
When are you leaving this place
There's a call for you on the phone
And all you see is the same face
Won't you please go back home
Monday, July 25, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Misplaced
Misplaced in Time
Lost in this void
He swim across the cosmos
Displeased by the crime
Committed against him
Contemplating all his loss
He don't belong here
Lost in Time
Don't you hear
This is your crime
Displaced in Space
On his own
He float across the Verse
Misled by this place
Confused by all this
Lodged in this intersperse
He don't belong here
In this space
Don't you hear
From your high place
Don't earn a dime
Them he avoid
Crescent, Star and Cross
Or anything of prime
While sitting at the brim
Under the sharp claws
He don't belong here
Oh Thy sublime
Don't you hear
This is your crime
Regarded disgrace
To the bone
And all things' worse
Outside the race
Denied of all the bliss
Because of his curse
He don't belong here
Oh mighty grace
Don't you hear
From your high place
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