Nhạc sĩ: Raechel Whitchurch
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There's no planes flying now
And the border is closed
Well, it's like they don't know
That you're on your way home
People kill in the streets
They're all scared there's not enough food to eat
Yeah, it's like they don't know
They don't know
That you're on your way home
It won't be too long now
And you'll see the face of your Jesus
And I know that heaven's your home
I just wish that you'd
I just wish that you'd
Didn't have to leave us
So I cry on my bed
I hear my son ask why is mom always sad
But I don't want him to know
That you're on your way home
But I don't want him to know
And it won't be too long now
And you'll see the face of your Jesus
And I know that heaven's your home
I just wish that you didn't have to leave us
I're getting of those broken confinations
Who you are
Everything you said
I wanna cry
I'm not gonna cry
I wanna cry
I don't know who to blame
But if I'm sad
I'm not done crying
I'm done crying
To say my goodbyes
I play you some old country songs
But the tears won't stop falling
Out of your eyes
And I know that it won't be long
Now there's no one to hold
There's just lonely people
Who do what they're told
And it's like they don't know
That you made your way home
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