Outspoken
Home has always been home
Home has always been home
Home has always been home but home doesn’t live in such a heartless place
How does one feel welcome from a cold expressionless face of built up anger and walled up emotions?
The once familiar grows unfamiliar…then strange… and distant
Stolen songs from chirping dwellers last echoed a day before the moon was last seen on the once green and virgin hills
Home has always been home but home doesn’t live in such a heartless place
Shifting sands give birth to rivers where giants once stood, now drowned in ancient sorrows
We took too many nomadic footsteps forward and somehow lost our ways in the cloud of dust forming behind us
Lost in the soothing shade of imposing sky-scrappers
That we barely noticed the sacred forest tapper off into a cold, barren, uncaring plane
Home has always been home but home doesn’t live in such a heartless place
Our childhood mirth replaced by bursts of coughing up regret and toxic phlem
The diamonds that once danced in the corners of our eyes now dry
What were once precious memories are now covered in a smoggy haze and stored away in a now in-accessible place and laid to waste
Home has always been home but home doesn’t live in such a heartless place
We smiled and saw it happen
We welcomed it all with open arms as it arrived at our doorsteps
We yearned for bigger, faster, brighter, better… different
And now pray that our past and our present had remained the same
Because home has always been home and home should not live in such a heartless place.