La demeure

People are pressed

Liberties crushed

Shouldn't it resound

Cry of our soul?

It is so faint I can't hear it

I know it's there

Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere

Men could ask for happiness

They could ask for brotherhood

When we were not a lonely crowd

Natural was impersonal

Was non individual

Where strangers were not a threat

But more of a potential

Public space was wide open

The relevance was action

Beyond the cry

Lies the meaning

Common language

Of belonging

It is throttled, it is confused

Has to be there

Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere...