Home

When I think of home, I think of a place, where there's love overflowing.
I wish I were home. I wish I was back there. With the things I've been knowing...

And maybe there's a chance for me to go back. Now that I have some direction. And it sure would be nice, to be back home, where there's love and affection.

And just maybe I can convince time to slow up. Giving me enough time in my life to grow up. Time, please stay my friend, and let me start again. Suddenly my world is gonna change its face, but I know, where I'm going.

I have my mind spun around and around in space. Yet, I watched it growing. I know you're listening on, so won't you please try not to make it hard to know i shouldn't believe everything. everything I see. Tell me should I try and stay, or maybe i should run away.

Would it be better just to let things be. Living here in my wonder world, it might be a fantasy. Yes. Yea, it could be. But it taught me to love. So i know that it's real. It's real. It's real to me. And I've learned that we must look inside our hearts to find, a world full of love, like yours like mine. Like home.