The city is my life support 
But I am not from here, perfectly plucked
Placed in this bed of flowers
I am a resident, not a citizen 
My growth, exists to make others 
Busy doing the important work
Happy to see the green things 
Are still here holding on 

They came and in the name of God 
Took my home whilst I slept
Your holy city, not mine 
I no longer belong 
Now I watch my cause 
Stolen by others 
Burn, turn to rubble 
All around me 

Why did fate lead me here 
With no place 
To love or  
As if trapped 
In a bed of flowers 
From home