I live somewhere
far away from the place
they call my home.
Every moment I torment
the land that I step on
By the sounds of my feet
I do not live in a temple
The ground’s not sacred but walkable
They call it Normal
Every moment I torment
my heart so yearning to fly
By fettering it to my flesh
I live at a distance
of a heart-flight from Heaven
They say it’s right
Every moment I torment
the soul that inhabits my breast
By denying it light from above
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