These are the streets
Where the beat of your feet,
Take on a stride of their own.
You are at home.
Here are the road signs,
Here are the lines,
Here are the corners,
Where you’re at home.
When you walk
It’s with pride that you talk,
About where you once lived
You feel real, at home.
Elsewhere, in your own bed
When you sleep, dream-fed.
You aren’t still, you stalk
The road to your home.
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