The House of Cards
We live in a house of cards, it is familiar and comfortable,
it is home.
Once our eyes were opened; what to do?
Abandon ship like scared rats, stay and trust in faith?
Start to construct from the outside in?
How do you repair such a house made of cards,
illusions built upon dreams and excuses.
Who is qualified for this work?
Are we fools to stay Or traitors if we go?
How do we reconcile the lot we have been given?
What does it matter if our house is amidst the most beautiful scenery?
Or if our eyes don't see the truth are we any safer?
it is home.
Once our eyes were opened; what to do?
Abandon ship like scared rats, stay and trust in faith?
Start to construct from the outside in?
How do you repair such a house made of cards,
illusions built upon dreams and excuses.
Who is qualified for this work?
Are we fools to stay Or traitors if we go?
How do we reconcile the lot we have been given?
What does it matter if our house is amidst the most beautiful scenery?
Or if our eyes don't see the truth are we any safer?
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