You look at me as if I’m some sort of hero, but I’m really just a frightened child
I try to show that I’m in control, but I’m just lost inside
It’s been so long since I closed my eyes and dreamed……of better times.
They tell me it’s time to come home now, but I have too much left to do.
And in the darkest days I have left standing…… I want to spend every minute with you.
Given the choice when I’m face to face with God, I’ll still choose…..to come back to you.
The worlds spinning out of control and I’m running on fumes
You know I’ll travel a million miles to find a way to come back to you,
I’ll come back to you.
I haven’t slept for a thousand years now and they take my hand to show me which way to go
In our journey as the darkness fades, I just don’t know if their demons or angels
I gave up eternity, now I just ask for one more chance, a chance to dream….. of better times.
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