I had a dream once
We were picking fruits
Just green and red
All around
It was like as if
Heaven was our playground
And then, there was blood
Gunshots in my head
That deafening sound
What have we found?
I wonder now
What have we lost
What have we found?
Home
It haunts me in my dream
But I don’t live there anymore
Not that I care so much
Because I don’t really live anymore.
Home
It throbs in my heart and head
But I don’t live there anymore
Not that I care so much
Because I don’t really live anymore.
Father locked the gates
But he never looked back
And the orchards said goodbye
The skies wept
Years have passed
And yet, we can’t accept
We don’t belong there
We don’t belong here either
We belong to past perfect
What have we found?
I wonder now
What have we lost
What have we found?
Home
It stalks me in my dream
But I don’t live there anymore
Not that I care so much
Because I don’t really live anymore.
Home
It throbs in my heart and head
But I don’t live there anymore
Not that I care so much
Because I don’t really live anymore.
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