We've got a nice little place we can go
where everything flows, and everything goes
Take a deep breath, don't you just know
It's home
What finer place could there be
Sun in our eyes, We live in the trees
Father is right, Live is a brease
and home
We walked along a dusty mile
to learn our lessons well
we've learned to live in hell
to break this devils spell and fly
to home
We've got pure water, air and sun, simple food
room to run, all for love and love for all
face to face we hear gods call
come home
In father we trust, so he tells us for sure
to search for our selfs, outside is absurd
childrens must play, so lessons are learned
when night time has come, father returns
to take us home
All that he asks is, that we try
to leave these toys behind
let go of space and time
pass through the keyhole in the door
to home
Come back to where you can be now

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