You've got your house,
Still you're a homeless.
You're like a mouse,
Being scared of all the good men.
You're right,
You should be scared.
We've got our house,
But our home is someone else.
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The Fire inside you
PoetryWhen the fire inside you Turns against its owner And burns you like hell. Don't forget that your its creater And that even though ritght now you don't feel like you're in control. You can choose to be. So instead of letting her destroy you, Us...
