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Stones have left a lasting scar
Left my bones as they are
When all I was seeking was a golden quill
To fill my life’s empty pages
With words of servants and sages
Looking for a message and a void to fill
Doors have opened and closed
People have smiled and posed
But not a single reflection I can see in this pond
So I picked up my bag and my hat
Travelled on these legs that
Have taken me to places like heaven and beyond
Where wages are paid and roses are grown
But in the company of Gods, I’ve felt all alone
For there is no place like my sweet home

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Looked up and saw the stars burn
Looked down waiting for my turn
To meet folks who’d help me build my own wings
And when my time finally did come
They grinned and led me to become
Nothing more than one of them tied to their strings
And those folks were passionate
About every personal trait
And everyone else was quite equally fond
So I picked up my bag and my hat
Travelled further with these feet that
Have taken me to places like heaven and beyond
Where wars are declared and arrows are flown
But in the company of Gods, I’ve felt all alone
For there is no place like my sweet home

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In the middle of a suburban crowd
I screamed my name out loud
And absolutely nobody did return a word
But a few necks did turn around
And looked disturbed at the sound
As if their position was grossly erred
One of them looked too cute
While another played her flute
And I’ve heard that they shared a bond
But my memory isn’t as strong as I am
Haven’t heard a word about them
Ever since I’ve been to places like heaven and beyond
Where all kinds of creatures at me were thrown
But in the company of Gods, I’ve felt all alone
For there is no place like my sweet home