A house in white,
Gated with black forged steel,
Thorns and spear so sharp,
They cut those dare to enter,
By means of invading,
By means to change.
A house in white,
Gated with black forged steel,
A caged freedom it caged,
With stones and mortar it caged,
With sweat and blood it caged,
With shy and secret it caged.
Within,
The purest you became,
The most naked you became,
To curse, to hate,
To envy, to be evil,
To be all you,
So brave, so heroic,
So daring, so crazily bending,
Only to you.
Without,
We lied so cruel,
To what we intent.
We cheat so foxy,
We cheated ourselves.
We satisfied so easily,
To satisfied others.
We filled up so rapidly,
We are ‘fool’ all the time.
A house in white,
A casing to be all perfect,
A symbol conforming norm,
Like all houses in white do,
Hiding world changing turbulence,
Preventing path to be paved,
Not allowing destinies to be discovered,
Dreaming only in sleep.
Where your home at if,
Your house is not your home?
A home is not rigidly structured,
They are not even allowed to be still.
They are there when love is shared without rules,
They are there when you find peace with your destiny,
They are there when a small sparkle of fire give warmth,
They are right in you when you thought of going home,
They are there when you reveal only your true self, to everybody,
They are there within hearts or mine, yours and everybody else,
Only if you know how to listen.
No house but us,
Should housed our home,
Housed it with pride we should,
Never to hide the real us should be,
Housed it with respect we should,
Never to not be our selves
Housed it with love we should,
Never it will stop giving us more love in return,
Housed it with life we should,
Never than we are not free.
Then,
Be in your home,
Be you.
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