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Home of my land, home of my home I say goodbye to you in a state of denial For I have watched you grow And me grow with you And I'll be leaving in a while And I'll be gone for a while Your valleys and peaks Your winding roads, which make no sense To the foreign eye You've got too many damn fences Your rhythm and heartbeat's no longer mine I once was your child I once was your infant I once was your screaming newborn And now, I am wild So be of good cheer And release some of that rage Take a walk in Hahvahd Yahd Pahk the cah Go onstage You had many things, many charms, many blessings I let go of them now, for they're mere window dressings To the life I lead now To the life I do seek I'm so sick of your sirens wiring thru the streets You piss me off, you make me scared I escape now your warriors' lair Your wallage and crumbling traditions of life No longer suit me, they cut like a knife You're much too fast, and I'm going slow I'm starting to drop my shoulders, you know My hips, my spine, My burden of judgments and shame I don't mean for you to take the blame For it surely was me, it surely was best But now it's time to empty the nest I go far away, I go with a tear With a fear, with a smile With your system in my ear My last Spring in your bosom So recently found Here on this sacred arborious ground The land of my father, the land of my mother The land of my sister, well, you've been some brother I leave it blind, I leave a mess behind I fall on my face, am I a disgrace? You are the fatherland, you are my ex Let go now, I leave you, to whatever is next Perhaps a rising tide, perhaps the warm sun I think it will heat up before we are done You've given me comfort, hopes, dreams and memories But now, you're a yoke I seek my freedom, I seek my truth I seek my path, tho it's no longer with you I've remembered my warrior, remembered my purpose Remembered my lover, now it's off to her place. I have dreams in the night sky Dreams of paradise Will you know me when you look in my eyes? I'll come to visit, I'll come to share The gifts I have gotten, the language I bear In my breast, in my life, in my ways, moving strife From my ancient pasts, my times long ago Do you really want to see me? Do you really want to know me? Do you really want to know? I give you my swan song, now, as I go My ode to Boston, "The Hub", don't you know copyright 1997-2002 Panjoyah |