Going Home
Let the sun seep through
The whispering trees
We wear the scars
So evident they could see
*
Let me fall and bleed
For a love so obscure
Yet the beacon of light
On this twisted path home
Let the sun seep through
The whispering trees
We wear the scars
So evident they could see
*
Let me fall and bleed
For a love so obscure
Yet the beacon of light
On this twisted path home