When we look up all we see is a roof
We can't even see the sky, isn't the sky supposed to be the limit?
Heaven's in our faces but we can't touch it
Instead we're limited by having a roof over our heads
Aren't we supposed to be happy? Have we become that ungrateful? Consumed by greed?
All a roof does is protect us from all the harsh elements out there
But we can't even call this a home, because the walls are so cold and empty
A false sense of security
A false sense of security
A project that will forever be under construction
Us.
Written By Rodoël John Rooi
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