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Find My Home by Jeremy Erickson
I don't understand this world I've been born into. I'm not sure I want to anyway. Seems every mystery I've figured out, Is one more thing I can't explain.
Another friend, another friendly confrontation. Another day without a deal. Another night of this God-forsaken situation. Can I tell you how I feel?
I will find my home. I will find my home.
The pillars of the earth are not as strong as we suppose. The frailty of our love is just the same. We get and we give all that we can find, and Assume there's someone to blame. We assume there's someone to blame.
I will find my home. I will find my home.
The wind, it moves the windmill, and my God, well He moves me. And I am like the windmill - I just transfer energy. Until my time is up, I'll be here on this old hill, Even when the Wind is still.
I will find my home. I will find my home. |
