A Home That Won't Explode

I don’t mind the quiet
— In fact, I really love it —
But I hideaway, while you play to contemplate the hatred of the day.
The boys walked out on nations, and the girls adopted orphans on the way,
To find a home that won’t explode.
I don’t mind the riot
— In fact, I didn’t see it —
Because I hide my face, while you pray, and ignore the mess that we have made.
The kings called in the armies, and the soldiers hold back tears as they invade.
They know the homes that they explode.
Would you have come this far to save yourself,
If you were chased by someone else’s hell?
Keep your doors unlocked, I need your help,
For one day you may come to need my help as well.
I don’t mind the quiet
— In fact, I really love it —
You will find the day was blown away where hatred here could ever have its
place.
The boys walked out on nations,
And the girls adopted orphans on the way,
To find a home that won’t explode.