Leaving Home

By Kara Passey

Well the air out here makes my skin cracked and blue.
Everyone knows who you are and it's so isolated.
And every little difference is the world's biggest sin.
You gotta watch your back...
I'll take any plane I can to leave this land.
And I think I've found my new home.
Louisiana sun will burn my white skin.
And the rain will wash me clean.
And on Burbon Street is where all your friends are.
The good times never end.
I want to make my home in New Orleans.
And leave this hell bent town.
Lives here are sheltered and controlled.
Ice fills all their hearts.
And I want to do my part,
To change the world.
Even if I have to begin again at the start.

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