Years and years staring at black on white
It is your refuge
A blanket
From the chaotic storm
Then one day the hands come out
A missing name on a list
A letter
Dear Sir or Madam:
You cannot live in these walls anymore
That world was never meant for you
That world was never meant for you
Try again and again
It's all the same
The smiles grow bigger
You blame only yourself
So you tear it all down and face the tempest
Sailing blind across high seas
Sirens call out
And you turn away
Saying
I belong here now
I belong here
But when that wind ceases
In a moment of peace
A curtain lifts
And you see it again
The bow is in h