Coming Home
You say that you are a rock I say, surely, you are not
You proudly say that you are an island I say, there are things you must understand
Open your heart and let someone hold your hand
The rocky part of you is really a ball of sand
Even if you feel your heart has turned to stone There's no need to feel you're all alone
Far is the distance and wide the space that you have roamed To the heights you have soared and the depts you have gone
You have been gone now for way too long
Please come home my child to where you belong
Morning, noon, or late in the middle of the night
Love awaits to welcome and to hold you tight
It matters not the rebellion you have sown nor the extent to which you have been torn
The mighty winds above are blowing, the ocean waves below are flowing to bring you home
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