Getting home

Empty faces all around

screaming to the sky,

when they think they know it all

and suddenly hit the ground.

I'll be silent

and stand strong.

Deep inside me

I know what's wrong.

I want to hear you

and learn to obey.

To see what's near me

and where to go.

The struggle is on

give me strength.

So I wont let go

I don't want to turn back.

I want the promised crown

and the little white stone.

Want to held my head high,

when your Son is coming down.

Let my light be yours,

and shine bright as day.

I wanna remember

what you came here to pay.

There's nothing more

precious to me,

than to one day hear:

”come home you dear”.