A Place to Call My Home

Where, oh Lord, can I lay my bed?

Where, oh Lord, can I rest my head? 
All I need is a place to call my home.

Where, oh Lord, can I lay my bed?

Where, oh Lord, can I rest my head? 
All I need is a place to call my home.

 


It’s a crime that a few say they own it all.

We’re born into this world without a right to land.

We’re forced to trade our life for their money.

Then give it back to them to fulfill their plan.
Keeping us lost, lonely, and without a clan.


Where, oh Lord, can I lay my bed?

Where, oh Lord, can I rest my head? 
All I need is a place to call my home.

Where, oh Lord, can I lay my bed?

Where, oh Lord, can I rest my head? 
All I need is a place to call my home.



This earth is my body, yours and theirs.

How could you say you own the sun?

I’m traveling, wandering, looking for open space,

through cities and forests of grace.

It’s all been claimed by the end of a gun.
I fear not death, for then home is the only center of a circle. 
It’s only here that we’ve created this unequal, unjust sequel of alien invasion. 
This greeds got a hold of our cooperation,

compassion for each other, striving to be someone, somewhere you’re not.
Didn’t you know that mortgage stands for the knot

of death?

 

 

Where, oh Lord, can I lay my bed?

Where, oh Lord, can I rest my head? 
All I need is a place to call my home.

Where, oh Lord, can I lay my bed?

Where, oh Lord, can I rest my head? 
All I need is a place to call my home.

 


The rules were rigged before we had a voice. 
To oppose the system’s oppression of choice,

Whether or not to play along. 
For I give up, I’m climbing out of this hole.
This human system is built on chains of control.
I’m living in the domain spirit,

God‘s love, Buddha’s peace and Allah’s arms unfolding freedom.
No borders, titles, rent, or lease.

We've got to back out of this struggle and stand for peace. 
Its got to change, these chains won’t fit around my child’s feet.
We’ve got to start this ball rolling.
So at least they can fly from this seat

of no place to call their home.


Where, oh Lord, can I lay my bed?

Where, oh Lord, can I rest my head? 
All I need is a place to call my home.

Where, oh Lord, can I lay my bed?

Where, oh Lord, can I rest my head? 
All I need is a place to call my home.


PoetryDylan Shanahan