Coming Home

Our shadows tend to guide us
Some roads aren't leading anywhere
As long as actuals are we
Like greed and desire for power

There will be no place for peace
But expressions, soft, fear and anger
Growing out of weakness
Calling for more violence

Home is the place where we are
But home ain't the same no more
It's no more but a mirror for the mind
When tomorrow passes by

Our shadows tend to guide us
Some roads aren't leading anywhere
Now like a street that seeks the ocean
Our love is here to guide the way

Coming home
Coming home

Coming home
Coming home
Coming home
Coming home

Coming home
Coming home
Coming home
Coming home