A child walks to the river
And looks as far as she can see
And draws each breath as if it were the last
And wipes away the tears across her sleave
She can see where the river crawls into the sea
Like a baby into mother's care
Somehow the longing is so far away
The innocence so wasted and aware
Look at the child with the dream in her eyes
Holding it deep inside her
Home... Home...
So much anger, so deeply ingrained
Seamed a burden that was hers alone
She didn't think that there was anything wrong
With wanting a life that she could call her own
How could I explain?
You would not want to hear
You wouldn't listen if I talked anyway
For you were too weighed down by your own fears
Look at the child with the dream in her eyes
Holding it deep inside...
Home... Home... Home... Home
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