Somewhere I find a place
Called peace of mind I can’t complain and
This place I’ve settled in
Takes life away from all my sin
Somewhere you’ve made a place
You think you’re found But you’re always searching
I can’t believe the way
You stopped yourself before you’ve found it
Oh I try to make a point
But you don’t know what I mean
I speak, I wait, I wade through the dream
We don’t lie when we say there are wonderful things
Somewhere I’m lost in battle
Blinded by my eyes turn red
The anger grows, it builds
It lives somewhere inside my chest
Take it out of me; it’s your breath I breathe
Rip out myself, and remake me anew, let these eyes learn to see
Oh I try to make a point
But you don’t know what I mean
I speak, I wait, I wade through the dream
We don’t lie when we say
There are wonderful things
And it’s all that I have, an image to hold
A simple minded picture of my long-lost soul
Use it all, and bring it home
I will come and hope that you will listen
I will come and bring you home
It’s time to come, you need have no resistance
Time to come, come back home
Time to return your bruised and broken soul
Give it up and make it whole
It’s no answer, it’s all I have
Tired fingers, empty hands
Don’t be afraid, you’ll be more than what you are
You’ve come so, so very far you don’t always see it
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