Lyrics The Place We Call Home - The Modern Age Slavery

The Place We Call Home

There will be a place you call home.
Is it the land of your father?
It may be divided into shining stars and those who struggle for bread
A place where you’ll enjoy little things in life.
Or there may be not
The future happens.
No matter how much we scream
We build towers on someone else’s dream
Or use power to prevail the weak
We survived the confusion of men with no future
Lost souls broke and howling
For an existence left unpaid
To our dismay as tomorrow dies away
In the deceitful sunrise of this new century
Louder voices will be heard despite words
Down to the sea it falls this place we call home
There may be a place you belong
That releases the weight on your shoulders
Or you may run, you may hide and lose yourself in the world
A war without form.
A future without color
A paralyzed land of action without motion
Thank you all for this gist: this place we call home