I had to leave my home
Wishing to save my own
Right not to be alone
A cruel crowd among

Where is now my home?
Where is the corner stone?
Am I forever gone?
Is there a road home?

Does it still exist, my home?
If freedom’s replaced by crown
If a human’s replaced by clone
If I don’t like the tone

Does it still exist, my home?
A friend of mine said: “none”
He has also left home
But the road he’s chosen was wrong

Does it still exist, my home?
In the wind the answer’s blowing
Wind, sweeping the chopping block
And shaking body cones

Now I restlessly roam
Like a dog looking for bone
Like an actor out on loan
Is there a road home?

Is there a road home?
Does it still exist, my home?
Is there a road home?
Does it still exist, my home?

© Alexey Potapov