MY ABODE

How do you skiness the illness of a country
Who never want to heal,
When there's nothing to live for
And nothing to forgive?

I love you, my abode.
Pain to be the beings.
In all.

I love you, my abode,
My place of peace,
Sobbing all alone,
Beautiful and bright.

Must greed breed selfish aloneness,
To live the lovely life alone,We live as fortold!
Abode a place of  pain,
In us we will rebuild.

I love you, my abode,
No more, no less, If rebranding can its truth tell,
Then angels in their works will bear us up to fullness.

If rebranding can its truth tell.