When I think of home, I think of a place where there's love overflowing. I wish I was home, I wish I was back there with the things I've been knowing. I know you're listening God, so won't you please try not to make it hard to know that I shouldn't believe everything, everything that I see. Tell me, should I try and stay or maybe I should run away? Would it be better, better, better, better just to let it be? And I've learned that we must look inside our hearts to be fine. Yeah, we've got to find a world full of love like yours, like, like mine. Oh, oh, oh, oh.
