My first song im gonna learn. A lonley limb will often die, Straving eyes just seem to cry. Begging you to look away. But you look on, To a sheltered home. A masquerade of childish games, Swift bravado for the pain. The path will beg you, turn away. But you walk on, To a sheltered home. To a roof thats made of love sung tin, So the voice of gentle rain pours in. To wash away, Your fear and your pain. And walls of stone that help shut out, The ridicule and angry shouts. They might someday get torn down, And theyll leave the pieces on the ground But youll pick them up, and carry on. Sheltered home. Final steps are closing in, Soon refuge from these torment wind That seems to say, Boy youre too far away But you run on. To a sheltered home. Oh the road is long and swayed, But when you get there. Oh when you get there. Youre there to stay. Forever in her arms. Your sheltered home. To a roof thats made of love sung tin, The voice of gentle rain pours in. To wash away, Your fear and your pain. To walls of stone that help shut out, The ridicule and angry shouts. They might someday get torn down, And theyll leave the pieces on the ground. But youll pick them up, and carry on. Sheltered home
Posted on: Sat, 23 Nov 2013 04:05:20 +0000
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