|When I think of home
|I think of a place where there's
|I wish I was home,
|I wish I was back there,
|With the things I've been knowing.
|Wind that makes the tall trees bend into leaning,
|Suddenly the snowflakes that fall
|Have a meaning.
|Sprinkling the scene, makes it all clean.
|Maybe there;s a chance
|For me to go back
|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, please be my friend,and let me start again...
|Suddenly my world is gonna change its face
|But I still know where I'm going;
|I have had my mind spun around and around
|And yet I've watched it growing.
|Oh, I know you're listening Lord,
|So wont you please don't make it hard
|I know I shouldn't believe everything, everything
|That things we see.
|Tell me, should I try and stay
|Or maybe I should run away
|Would it be better, better
|Just to let things be?
|Living here in this brand-new world
|Might be a fantasy; yes it might be
|But it taught me to love,
|So I know that it's real, its real, real to me...
|And I've learned that we must look
|Inside our hearts to find...
|Yeah we gotta find
|A world full of love
|Like yours, like mine-