Prison

My home is a prison
where my voice is stifled
a window i open
that someone may hear

Call me a traitor
or a house breaker
but i shall raise my voice
against wrong and injustice

None can throw me out
this is my own house
I do whatever i can
to cleanse this very house

We started together
with much hope and promise
and so soon on the way
you bend and make compromises

Why do you hide
and let the house divide
so that who are with you
they lift you sky high

It's no use to hurry
the ground is slippery and muddy
take each step with care
and make bridges not gullies!