LETS MAKE A HOME HERE.

Come on and take me home.
To the place that I belong,
I've been lost for so long
Take me home,
take me to my humble abode.
Take me where there is love,
take me to the realms of bliss above,
take me to where waters run cool,
take me home,
where fire burns cleanse.
Because im tense,
that this thready roads i tread,
and this dark forests I dread,
may never come to end.

Take me home where people bless,
where people hate and curse less,
where loved ones love and nurse my bruise,
home,
where the great roll and the cream cruise.
Take me home,
where the sun shines and never burns,
where rain showers,
to give life to plants that flower,
with hope of tomorrows stew and flour.


See,
my feet hurt from aimeless trek,
my tired body needs a deserved break,
tired of weak bonds and friends fake,
terifed, tourtured and terribly taken,
through hell on earth,
to dwell on us,
pain and suffering.
My brain is wondering,
when Ill ever get home?
So I listen and hope,
to hear the sound of the train reving,

its engines roaring,
ready to take me home,
the thought tickles joy to my bone,
I want to leave those who never mattered alone.
I want to get home.

Ssssh,
listen,
the sounds of birds chirping,
the sound of musicians harping,
the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows,
calling on me,
to branch and leave the world I have known,
to go and explore the world unknown.

Im leaving Ur and headed to Canaan,
can none of you hear this call?
The ground lies in wait,
the earth trembles under the weight,
of this urge to get home.
Time is getting late,
so I'm strolling faster,
headed to the lands of th gods,
my feet tired feeling like cheap steel rods,
but still,
I have a Lord,
that always gives a no or a nod,
to my prayers.
So I pray for us,
who wish to be away.
Those
that feel tired of this lot,
of incompetent leaders and their cheap talk.
Greedy landlords and emaciated tenants,
where men work equal to ten ants,
with little pay to feed their families and those of ten aunts.

As I wait to go home,
away from this norms,
wisdom pours in like oil from an old truck,
a revelation that sets me on track.
For a good course.
So I worry not,
there is no home to go,
this is my home.
So I'd better make it a home,
starts with me,
then you,
time is due,
so lets make this our home.
We push blame too far,
wait too much,
now I know,
where the power rests,
how we can help the poor the weak and the rest,
that never rest,
in search of a better home.
So lets toil,
explore the skies and dig the soils,
and make this our home,
because up the hills and down the valleys,
over the tops and under the alleys,
there is no other home...


Lets make a home here.