small town syndrome

i gaze across the broken hill
alone in my quest to be free
i search for answers to find me
sitting on a thin branch of the family tree

how do i get my poetic license?
mother help me release it from quarantine
remove the bars that block our conscience
let me live truly and free

where is salvation my good friend?
if i can't tell you how i feel
for i would have you as my missus
living in a cardboard box with the city crowd

alone, so alone
held up by the rebel in my bones
home, oh i'm home
and affected by small town syndrome

one day earth's gift tapped on my shoulder
and opened my eyes to things i had not seen
broke through doors into my consciousness
the white light coming from the green

i found love but this love she only done me harm
the craving, desire, drove my ego and suffering
but the forest it calls,
break free from the walls that hide me
be enlightened and dissolve into a state of bliss

alone, so alone
held up by the rebel in my bones
home, oh i'm home
and affected by small town syndrome

now my mind's eye gazes across the broken hill
and green tara comforts me
she's providing shelter through life's journey
and we'll sit on my branch of the family tree

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