Think of home. Home. 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. When that makes the tall trees bend into leaning. Suddenly the snowflakes that fall have a meaning. Sprinkling the steam makes it all clean. Maybe there's a chance for me to go back now that I have some direction. It would sure be nice to be back home where there's love and affection. And just maybe I can convince time to slow up, giving me enough time in my life to grow up. Time, be my friend. Let me start again. Suddenly my world's gone and changed its face but I still know where I'm going. I have had my mind spun around in space and yet I've watched it growing. If you're listening, God, please don't make it hard to know if we should believe the things that we see. Tell us, should we run away? Should we try and stay? Or would it be better just to let things be? Living here in this brand new world might be a fantasy but it taught me to love. So it's real, real to me and I've learned that we must look inside our hearts to find a world full of love. Like you, like me. Like me. Like you, like me.