Скачать или смотреть The land we call home

This the little poem I wrote and turned it into a beat. The song is about our home in heaven and how this life can disguise itself as the place of true fulfillment. The places which are supposed to lead us to our true destination can often become our end if we are not careful.

Pretty doesn’t it feel
Heavy doesn’t it seem
Crazy we have been here before
We have seen the story unfold from ashore
The question is how do we get to the place
The land we call home ?

The stream of water is marred by
Crazy, lazy, antsy crocodiles
My feet they crumble, stumble at the thought of crossing
Feeling of home but calls but the sea
begs for my companionship
Like a man after a heart of a woman

Sip, drink, taste the water
It calls my name
The beast of the sea like the beat of my heart
My home ashore sing me a song
Come I hear them beg
So, I move my leg

Crackle crackle
I hear the crushing of bones
Look below and see the remains of those that came before
Restless they seemed these bones
The sea became their homes
Instead of home being home

The land ashore was the purpose and the end
And the sea simply a passing place
But it became a place of pleasure
Instead of a highway to the real treasure

One, two
One, two, three
One, two
One, two, three
I started counting
The procession calling out to me
The bones crackling beneath me
Smooth as oil dripping on my fingertips
They draw my heart to the deep

Crazy, bent, spent I am
The sea is not my home
My home is ashore
And its calls to me with the beat and rhythm of my heart