Like moss on a stone,
A place where you’re never alone,
A place, A place that you call home,
But what really is it?
This Eden of forgotten time,
Is it in my mother’s arms?
Or in my childhood back yard?
Hair draped so gracefully across a sleeping face,
Or the blissful void of her warm embrace.
I don’t need nobody,
I don’t need no place to be,
Because home is me.
So let the beat of the drum,
Free your mind,
Let it take you,
To that place inside,
And when you are there,
You will find,
That you were,
Home all the time.
Home, is where I want to be
‘Coz I’m scared to face the world alone,
But if you ask yourself it must be said,
That home’s a place inside your head
Candles lit on a Friday night,
Surrounded by my tribe,
A soft voice whispers in the night saying,
Everything’s gonna be alright,
But when my head gets turned around,
And I can’t tell up from down,
I don’t need nobody,
I don’t need no place to be,
Because home is me.
So let the beat of the drum,
free your mind,
Let it take you,
To that place inside,
And when you are there,
You will find,
That you were,
You were Home all the time.
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