Home

I still dream of my old home
Lush poplar and blooming cypress
Clear water flowing in the river
Not muddied by the blood of innocents

I still dream of blue skies
Sandgrouse, doves and pied kingfishers
Soaring high in God's own kingdom
Not obscured by the billowing smoke

Time could not wash away our past
It stands, stalwart, unyielding and grand
But those who stand do so shakingly
People more so than monuments

Though I still dream of my hometown
I may have never had one to begin with
And though I am a long way from home
Perhaps it is all for the best

With this song, I hope I can
Tell a story of my own life
For in my home, there lie kids suffering
And their stories are theirs to tell

And I hope one day I could return
To those green fields and blossomed trees
Though time lives on with its own devices
None of them are crueler than war

There's no way back
Nowhere is home
No life to yield
No seeds to sow

I must go on
Carry on
This long stretched road
In search of home

Fantasies, illusions, a mirage in the burning hot desert, wild eyed
Drunken, I create my own worlds
That I may call home
In reality's oblivious ruin

That I may step into at will and at ease
Where birds may find their home
Again atop the trees
Step into my world

Step into (Step into...)
Step into my world, a place I call home

Step into my world
Step into my world
Step into my world
Step into my world