What is home, what is my door
What is my street, or the city’s core
If I could tear these walls of mine
What’s theft or murder to fear anymore
What is home, what is my door
Lost inside this cage so deep
Where’s the sky, what are these wings for
What is home, what is my door
Kept reciting poems of liberty
Just kept stacking cages, endlessly
What is home, what is my door
Felt some pain, found a pill to buy
Who ever stopped to ask, what does “cure” imply
What is home, what is my door
These eyes wandered views on end
If only I’d known what “seeing” meant back then
What is home, what is my door
If walls came down, we’d meet as one
Building walls again — where’s the art in that done
What is home, what is my door
What is my street, or the city’s core
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