Could it be that you want more than your place in the sun?
Wanting Home
My life is an echo
chasing down a voice that I can't hear.
The storm within
rises and falls, then sails away...
Please don't leave me this way.
Empty days held my purpose--
I spaced, I waited,
I slept?
Could it be that I am more
than my wings can carry?
Could it be that my place is on the ground?
If so,
please stand beside me.
Could it be that my dreams outweigh
all that this world can hold?
Could I be stretching too far to reach your hand?
If I break,
I pray your truth will be worth the fall...
...for I want the knowledge that keeps my existence.
I seek, and see
that you don't hide.
Could it be that I am blind
with distraction?
Could my search lead me to where I started?
If I crash, lost, onto your doorstep,
please don't evade me then.
My life is an echo
chasing down a voice that I can't hear.
The storm within
rises and falls, then sails away...
Please don't leave me this way.
Empty days held my purpose--
I spaced, I waited,
I slept?
Could it be that I am more
than my wings can carry?
Could it be that my place is on the ground?
If so,
please stand beside me.
Could it be that my dreams outweigh
all that this world can hold?
Could I be stretching too far to reach your hand?
If I break,
I pray your truth will be worth the fall...
...for I want the knowledge that keeps my existence.
I seek, and see
that you don't hide.
Could it be that I am blind
with distraction?
Could my search lead me to where I started?
If I crash, lost, onto your doorstep,
please don't evade me then.