The Exit, from the House I Live In

The Exit from the house I live in
The backdoor that leads to fresh air from all the smoke
The rest that is deservingly needed from endless battlefield
The calm, which never comes unless I make
the Exit, from the house I live in

The Exit from the house I live in
He holds me tightly, close, as if my strength is not broke
He praises me for winning when I have lost my shield
He listens, peacefully, which is never coming unless I make
the Exit, from the house I live in