This is the house Where I do not live A castle in suburbia Haunted by old ghosts And memories that won t fade It is the home of the fearful The hearth of the needy Of the too high Too cramped Too frustrated It is the fish bowl To be fed in Have the ornaments cleaned And watch the world go by The glass is thick Screams are soundless An asylm to shrivel up And die This is my home On top of the world An unknown landscape Is my backyard It is the closet of the dreamers The cubicle of the free Of the charcoal toast Of the coin laundry The independant The gilded cage is broken Its occupant is loose Don t try to leave breadcrumbs For she will never return She has tasted the glory In the wild wind Its spirit may hand her the universe Or take her fragile life But she will never return Never again To that house