| Home is the place I long to be. A place where I need no mask, where I can be me. Where there�ll be trees, a clear blue sky. Dreams can come true, people can fly. Yes, I�ll return there one day, And then I�ll get to have my way. I�ll never be judged by what I wear. In fact all those peope won�t even care, What I drive or who I�m with. Whether I�m first, or whether I�m fifth. They�ll like me because of what is inside. And then I�ll never have to hide, my thoughts or my feelings. Because I�ll be home where I truly belong, and then I can sing a song. Because I�m home! Finally, I�m here. And there is nothing left to fear. I am home with all my friends, And they won�t desert me, they�ll stick to the end. So I can go to sleep in my soft little bed. And dream of where I can be home, what more can be said? Sleep, little boy, snuggle up between the sheets, And remember your childhood, when everything tasted sweet. Sleep and remember when you really did care. And look for the day when you can return there. |