NOT A DOG'S HOUSE

NOT A DOG'S HOUSE

There was something that wanted to be built,

business as usual, without a doubt or guilt

Time was ticking and chances going around

they were devouring so much ground over ground

I just didn't fit, was the odd one in the way,

and with me pretty soon, they somehow did away

Many didn't care, others were offended

I just wanted out, soon looking to end it

New houses and buildings more recently I could see

near the ones that I knew, where empty lands used to be

Saw nothing special to them, no feeling I could gather

as far as I could see, stones and handwork put together

A whole neighborhood or village, little by little there arose

lots of money to be made, big business I suppose

lying out there on the slopes, in the warmer April sun

and as for me, well I've heard: "Not a dog's house, for now, son"