Home

 

Home, boy I’m home
Oh my feet touch something
slow
Yeah do nothing
No?
you can stop the dying day
Hunger, hunger you faint
After you ate it all
Yo, you’re feeding love
including
pain
Grow, I’m willing to stay in hell
Well somebody wants to put away the love spell

Yes I miss the sound of laughter in the kitchen
The smell of bread delicious
Silence please so I can hear the rising
No clutter of feign hideous
wicked voices
No dumb crambo whistling
Just my feet home

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