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This House I'm Leaving

Can I say what I want to be saying
As I walk out the back door
I never did when I was young
I never said it
I don’t even know if I felt it

People are walking in the front door
They’re not used to the conversation
They are shocked at the culture
They want to say it
They are the ones who feel it

One wrong word
They’ll strike you down
Friends from long ago
Family no longer around
They’re living their own life
Being a monster for right
Not knowing they’ve become the wrong

Everybody is confused
They don’t know people
So unsure, still they speak
In ways that make them feel good

Can I stand on the table in the room
And count the hairs on your head
If you don’t have any don’t cry
Nobody should judge
Your mind is still lives beneath it

So many people died in sixty years
Too many by their own hand
I knew some of them
But what have I learned
Only that it took too long to feel it

One wrong word
They’ll strike you down
Friends from long ago
Family no longer around
They’re living their own life
Being a monster for right
Not knowing they’ve become the wrong

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