Where Am I Supposed to Be?
This home is not a home
in this world that I dont know
and this family that I share
was not my choice to own
this house is not a house
for the walls are made of stone
every word I utter
a lost vibration in this life
and my bed is not my own
for the warmth has been deprived
and every opinion I obtain
is never heard, or wrong, or right
the silence is familiar
cause the hatred drowns my voice
and this floor is not of wood
for it absorbs all noise
because this place is alive
and I’m just one of many toys
release me from this burden
for it was not mine to live
for this heart is not of strength
and I’ve given all I’ve got to give
unlock all these shackles
and let me go free
I’ve unhanded all I’ve got
you never gave me what I need
this soul is not the devils’
but his life’s begun to bleed
(2007)
