Glad To Be Home

What you seek's a fickle thing
Time and pressure from within
Chip away at man-made walls
Seldom bow before their laws

Yes, in all my silence
I have a soul
In all of my mystique, my soul is full
I have a soul, filled with all my friendships
Nourished by our laughter
And all our silly jokes

Here it is, my soul
Without a middle man
On a silver platter
If ever you must know

If ever you must know



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Mazzatenta
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