Apr 14, 2012 19:50
i dont know just where i'll roam
but i konw that i'l be home
before the night is through my dear
i will whisper in your ear
i am home
its the strangest thing i know
how buried thoughts find earth to grow
even though i thought i knew
i never stopped to see what bloomed
but now i'm home
though i face this night alone
there is no vacancy in my soul
she knows i run fast as the wind
till the subtle breeze blows me back again
to my home
i know this story's left untold
it is not one to be bought or sold
i leave with just one request
say my name and take, take me home