Misunderstanding Belonging
Scorching suns and moonless nights
And they strike;
With airs burning, blazing
Each day and night
Ignite
All you can;
For the pain
It matches not
Your pain.
Your misunderstanding of belonging.
Your god.
Your land.
And they strike;
With airs burning, blazing
Each day and night
Ignite
All you can;
For the pain
It matches not
Your pain.
Your misunderstanding of belonging.
Your god.
Your land.
My places.
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