Coming Home

As shadows tains to guide us
Some road are leading anywhere
As long as sexuals 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 to say no more
It's no more but a mirror for the mind
When tomorrow passes by

As shadow tains to guide us
Some roads sorring leading anywhere
Now like the steet that seeks the ocean
Our love is here to guide the way...

Coming Home