House Of Strangers

Well, I'm leaning on
What's left of what has been
And still to come
And the present tense
Eludes all sense
And haunts this native son
There's a truth or two or three or four
Depends on where you stand
You can be a multitude of things
My lovely ampersand

We're not a house of strangers anymore
No cobweb takes a chance upon our door

There's a hope I horde
And hold onto
It comforts like a song
That you'll find the spark
That guides you through the dark
Before I'm gone

We're not a house of strangers anymore
With chosen crest of black upon our door



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Courtney Pierre
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