Behind closed eyesit’s still homeit’s rockets in the airrebars in cribszoos littered of dead rag dol
Behind closed eyesit’s still homeit’s rockets in the airrebars in cribszoos littered of dead rag dollsall shapes and sizesput to sleep with open eyesthe streets race with small cars and cartsArabian horses beat down the tracksdates fall from palmsit’s still homeeven with freedomringing at our dooramerica’s security in fearsetting our livelihood on firebut at least they’re safe,rooting for a war they can’t see,as homes go up in flame, crumbling brick by brick, and it’s still our homebut at least they’re safe- Americas freedom -- source link
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