If only \"home\" was as peaceful as the streets at midnight. Where the air is easier to inhale.
Where there are no limitations to how high up you can see,
where you can feel free.
I wish,
this house was something i could call home.
The place i could run to when the world gets mean,
and when life forces me to roam.
And to the God who hears me,
Please Father, may my tears substitute my prayer,
Let it be a cry for help.
The kind that lips cannot carry,
yet the father never fails to hear.
Lord,its too much.... for me to bear.