Exile from Exile by Johanna Glaza

All roads are tangled
Like your hair
And my exile takes longer
Than you said

It was easy too easy
To open the door
Much harder to close it
And find the way

Home home home

A temple I build
You call it- prison
You build us home
But then I flee

You hold me
And then you break
You hold me
And then you break

Home home home

Who will draw a map
Of the bruises upon our hearts
Perhaps our children
Who were never born

Sometimes I am just a mountain
A glass mountain
And your heart is a wolf

Howling gracefully
On the top of the mountain
O-o-o-o O-o-o-o
Howling gracefully
On the top of the lungs
O-o-o-o O-o-o-o

I hold you
Oh I hold you
And then I break

Home home home

It was easy too easy
To open the door
O-o-o-o O-o-o-o
Much harder to close it
And to find the way home
O-o-o-o O-o-o-o

We have limited time
To escape my dear
Till death do us part
Till death do us part

I see the fields
Covered with the fog
And I think of you
And your kind heart

Who is the glue?
Who is the chain?

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