(charlie smalls)
Think of home
Home
When i think of home
I think of a place where there's love overflowing
I wish i was home
I wish i was back there with the things i been knowing
Wind that makes the tall grass bend into leaning
Suddenly the raindrops that fall have a meaning
Sprinklin' the scene, makes it all clean
Maybe there's a chance for me to go back there
Now that i have some direction
It sure would be nice to be back home
Where there's love and affection
And just maybe i can convince time to slow up
Giving me enough time in my life to grow up
Time be my friend, let me start again
Suddenly my world's gone and changed it's face
But i still know where i'm going
I have had my mind spun around in space
And yet i've watched it growing and oh
If you're list'ning god
Please don't make it hard to know
If we should believe in things that we see
Tell us, should we try to stay,
Or should we run away
Or would it be better just to let things be?
Living here, in this brand new world
Might be a fantasy
But it's taught me to love
So it's real, read, real to me
And i've learned
That we must look inside our hearts
To find a world full of love
Like yours
Like mine
Like home...
