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Child walks to
the river's edge
and looks out as far
as she can see
and draws each breath
as if it were the last
and wipes away the tears
across her sleeve

She can see where the river
crawls to the sea
Like a baby
into mothers care
Somehow the longing
is so far away
The innocence so
wasted and aware

and look at the child
with the dream in her eyes
holding deep inside her
home...home...

So much anger
so deeply engraved
seemed a burden
that was hers alone

She didn't think that there
was anything wrong
with wanting a life that she
could call her own

How could I explain?
You would not want to hear
You wouldn't listen
if I talked anyway
for you were too weighed down
by your our fears

look at the child with the
dream in her eyes
holding it deep inside...
home...home...home...home...