"Home"

washed up, broken scattered.... still alive
i stand and walk, talk and fall...
a burning tree, a dream of despair

we all walk before we crawl
we all fell before we climb

i dreamed of something so much more than this
love and life never see to coexist

in the nights eyes, we cower
in the daylight, we fake ourselves

stand, just trust me and stand
please
you can see over these hills of debris
there is hope and a family waiting for you
last chance to end it all
walk, just trust me and walk
one day you will be "home"....