Coming Home

You think the day to reaper comes to take
Is the day you cease to make
Anything of yourself
You think that all the lies that you have told
And all the secrets that you hold
Can be canceled out
No one thinks about the truth of love and life
They only see the making of the balance
What is it that defines your reaction?
You’re just waiting on the valance
I’m coming home
To You
I’m coming home
To be
You take all you have learned
From the stereo mess
That your life will be earned
And you’ll never assess
What the true meaning of life is
And all that you’ve done
And the truth of your judgement
Know that you must face oppression here on this
Beauty turned and crumbled
When you’re stranded and you can’t find your way back
Follow the light you turned your back on
I’m coming home
To You
I’m coming home
To see, to see
I’m coming home
To know and to see
To lay my eyes upon the glory of gold
And lay my head against the feeling of old
The world in its former glory
And the world still alive
I’m coming home
To You
I’m coming home
To know and to see and to know
And not to rest my case
To lay my eyes upon the glory of gold
I’m coming home