I Come Home – Written Tuesday 15th February 1994 and October 1994 (Aged 18/19)

I Come Home

i come home
i open the front door
and it starts all over again
i guess it hits me hard
i feel quite old
i seem to have gone through so much
and now the world, she is cold
it does not really matter
not, it really does not matter
because i am always on my own
i can close the door
turn on the t.v.
frost forms on the inside of the window
and i know it is only me
there is no point, i have heard it said
soon as we are born
we are sentenced to death
how can we forget?
everyday people are stolen
what crime did they commit
and the world, she is broken
and to care,
has just become a token
for people who want to feel good

James Garratt – 1994

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