Thanks to you

September 30, 2011
Home is supposed to be a place you want to be
It is alright for a while
Like the gentle song of a dove
But I am growing tired of it,
Like the doves wings hitting the bars of its cage
Just let me out
I am suffocating,
These walls are closing in on me
The doves songs have become frustrated
Like the dove, my soul is shackled,
To your desires and needs
These walls should comfort me
But you are too scared, scared of my growing up
Past these white blinders
Have more faith in me,
I wont disappoint
These songs trapped in my soul, Put there by you
Will lead these wings like the flight of a dove
I can escape, The door entices me but,
The will you have over these walls, The power you have over this door...

Home.





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