My Home (moi dom)

there are crowds of people on the streets
who aspire to continue their family line
they are celebrating a sunny day
the cloudless sky
on their faces one can read an ambition
that the doctor ordered
and watching them I almost forgot
that I have nothing to do with it

My home is far away
behind a loud creek
covered by grapewine
and in it's tiny window
there is a light in the night
only how to find that home
i have no clue

rows of passers by drag themselves
from the west to the east
it is hard to say what they are waiting for
and what are they preserve
but sometimes I am covering their backs
swinging a rusty key
and may be that's how I forgot
that I have nothing to do with it

My home is far away
behind a loud creek
covered by grapewine
and in it's tiny window
there is a light in the night
only how to find that home
i have no clue

And may be it is so and the blood is red
but the voice from the sky is mine
I won't discuss it - there's a lot of points of view
but what can I do with myself
meanwhile the tea has cooled of
when fate was pressuring like a sealing-wax
scratching that seal I forgot
that I have nothing to do with it

My home is far away
behind a loud creek
covered by grapewine
and in it's tiny window
there is a light in the night
only how to find that home
i have no clue

written by atmoravi
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