Papa, I have come home To rest my tired and weary legs To rebuild a heart torn apart To forget the wolves that mauled my innocence
Give me land, Papa, that I may build my own house.
Don't you remember Papa When you told me I'm your loving daughter That East or West home is best That I should never hesitate to come back When times are tough and hope is lost? Give me land Papa, that I may build my own house
I see the scowl rising on your face The lines of anger on your eyebrows Your giant hands have turned into a fist But Papa, the journey of life has led me back home Like a wounded lion I am back to your lair Give me land Papa, that I may build my own house
Don't you remember Papa When you carried me on your shoulders When you called me your little princess You said I was the apple of your eye That no one would hurt me as long as you live Give me land Papa, that I may build my own house
Didn't you say that in this house Gender equality is held above all? Didn't you say that in this house All your children deserve similar treatment? Didn't you teach me that when the world beats me down I have an abode to return to? I have returned home Papa, Give me land Papa, that I may build my own house
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