This song continues to be under development as I consider aspects of cultural appropriation and cultural pollination. It reaches into the love of two people torn apart by bigotry, religious faith, survival, death and the moment of separation where I find a quandary. Should the woman force a smile as a parting gift to her loved one, cry or show no emotion, given their dire circumstances, Their is a moment in history where Jewish parents sent their children to America to save them from the Nazis, and some parents smiled at their children even though they were torn up inside....So, I do take serious songs seriously and seek to honor people in song....so, for this song, the lyrics are not in concrete...

Lyrics

"This is My House (It's Not My Home)"

This is my house, where I remain
It's bittersweet
with love and pain

This is my house, it's not my home
I work these fields
My body's not my own

And as I watch you walk away
the Spirit in my heart says we'll be one someday
And then she cries
She cries

There was a ship
And it set sail
One lost his mind, the others left to
drown or bail

We're shuffled off, to make some deals
We're bought and sold, then dragged off
One chained to a wheel

And as I watch you walk away
the Spirit in my heart said we'd be one
someday
And then she cried
She cried

I never flew on freedom's path
They captured Nat Turner then ground
him to an early death

That's not for me, I'll bide my time
I'll work my fingers to the bone
wrap my arms 'round the Great Divine

And as I watch you walk away
the Spirit in my heart say we'll be one
some day
And then she cried
She cried

So, lay me down, upon my death
God in his wisdom
Will free me with my final breath
Wrapped in a white clean linen shroud
I'll dream of my true love
Might she cry out loud?

And as I'm lowered in my grave
I'll find my true love in Heaven
we'll be saved

And then we'll smile
We'll smile
We'll smile
We'll smile
We'll smile
We'll smile