Home.
Water rushing into me
A fluvial tide within my bones
Over and over I go, swaying back and forth
And I lost my hold
While I was lost inside my flow
Empty hands and empty strolls
Shifting sands and gaping holes
As I lie wasted by the shore
A sense of clarity is pouring into me
So
I
Was never one to fit the mold
I
Could never call myself my own, and
It finally echoes in my soul
I'm
Home
I'm home
I'm home
I'm home
A fluvial tide within my bones
Over and over I go, swaying back and forth
And I lost my hold
While I was lost inside my flow
Empty hands and empty strolls
Shifting sands and gaping holes
As I lie wasted by the shore
A sense of clarity is pouring into me
So
I
Was never one to fit the mold
I
Could never call myself my own, and
It finally echoes in my soul
I'm
Home
I'm home
I'm home
I'm home
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Chew
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