I haven't felt home
within
these old walls thin
I haven't felt home in my skin
that has become a vault
Security code broken
too many valuables stolen
it has caused me to tighten
to smile, it has become hard
you don't easily pass my bodyguard
and become a board member of my trust
to repay all these violations
to rebuild the trust it takes generous donations
less allegations
home decoration
maybe even relocation
more frequent meetings
less small talk and greetings
loyal allies with no plans of cheating
staying calm when it's heating
the vault of my trust shall be open
when there's less money in the oven
the prophecy of tea leaves becomes a good omen
it takes time to collect a fortune
lonely nights and pale faces of moon
conservation of a baboon
pure waters of a lagoon
I can't see all this any time soon
