A house can be a house so tall
If we can share our scars and fall
To trade a dose of good for all
And leave a crack to end a wall

At least he crafts this big old dream
Where all of us are in a stream
But it can’t hold what brings a team
When we must swim the world for him

A stream will bring the big blue sea
Or so that’s what it ought to be
It’s such a shame he holds the key
With lies to shroud what we must see

A house is just a house of pain
For all of us to drink his rain
No deep blue sea to leave this lane
A house that holds a stream of vain.