A child walks to the river And looks as far as she can see And draws each breath as if it were the last And wipes away the tears across her sleave She can see where the river crawls into the sea Like a baby into mother's care Somehow the longing is so far away The innocence so wasted and aware Look at the child with the dream in her eyes Holding it deep inside her Home... Home... So much anger, so deeply ingrained
A child walks to the river And looks as far as she can see And draws each breath as if it were the last And wipes away the tears across her sleave She can see where the river crawls into the sea Like a baby into mother's care Somehow the longing is so far away The innocence so wasted and aware Look at the child with the dream in her eyes Holding it deep inside her Home... Home... So much anger, so deeply ingrained
