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