In the house of a crazy clown
My smile dies and I frown.
Beside a great flowing river,
I thirst like a desert dweller.
Having a thousand mansions,
Yet I sleep in dump-portions.
I have thirty-six eyes but I'm blind
A map I have but the road i can't find.
I am the leader, but I stay behind.
I'm he, the one who they call Tomorrow
But Today has been wounded with a poisoned arrow
When will my nation be straight,
When will I live as a true saint
For my paradise has started to faint.
When will I see my home come home?
When will I end this pointless roam.
When will I sing my song again,
When will happiness end my pain.
When will I sing my song again.
Oh my home
Oh my home
When shall I see my home,
Will I not forget my home?
Will my home not forget me?
Mide Benedict
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