Beyond the Front Gate

Beyond the front gate lies the world, a world of ups and downs
Miles of empty roads and overgrown fields that inspire gentle music
Winds rushing inland from the coast before they scale the mountains
And a home that gives shelter from the occasional storms
But behind grows thorns, and trees all twisted ‘round the chimney
Sucking the smoke from the always burning, always Rotten
And the sofa smells of nightmare sweat…
But beyond the front gate lies responsibility—
An unfortunate Obligation