Abide
Think about what that word means...
Here’s a song I wrote, contemplating a country in which we are expected to subjugate our individuality to party control.
We Can All Abide
Am I here to stay this time,
Or will I be on my way?
Every time I think I’m home,
I get pulled away.
How can people stay inside
Finding homes where words don’t rhyme?
I’ll wander free and find my way,
Better that than try to stay
In a home that tells me what to say.
Is there a home with roof so high
And walls don’t close me in?
Doors don’t close, windows wide,
Where I feel like I can win.
How can people stay inside
Finding homes where words don’t rhyme?
I’ll walk free and find my way,
Better that than try to stay
In a home that tells you what to say.
Can I walk free, yet toe the line,
What don’t I understand?
Others walk as if they’re free,
Yet never leave their land.
I don’t want you to be me,
I’d rather see you walking free.
You walk free and find your way.
Better that than try to stay
In a home that tells you what to say.
Perhaps we’ll meet against sometime,
Perhaps I’ll want to stay.
Hold out your hand, I’ll hold out mine,
Then we might find a way
To build a home for all of us,
Maybe now and ever thus.
Home is where the heart resides,
Welcome in, don’t stay outside
In our home, where we can all abide.