No Place

Would you miss me when I was gone?
With your shallow skin
And your selfish soul
Would you beg me to come home?
With your empty rooms
And you hollow walls
Would you miss my presence?
With your busy life
And your lack of time
I would stay if I thought I could survive.
I would leave if I though I could survive.
This world is heartless for you and me.
No room to breathe.
To move
A tight little corner is all we are given
Our lives spent staring at the same four walls.
A box
A refuge we wish to refuse
So stable is the sand I have built my house upon
Sticks and stones will all fall down
When they have been pushed and pressed for so long
Where is the love that I long for?
The support that I seek
No forgiveness for the weak
No latitude for the strong
Broken and alone
But if I’ve never told you
How could you ever know?
And if you never saw it
How could you ever see?

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