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Well it is time to walk again
From the past to a new green land
But when at last the night is gone
In a low light you sit alone
Sitting near a river some peace you can find
Wash down your body and clean up your mind
When you lay down don't, don't be blind
And fly over the grass like a leaf in the wind
But when at last the day is gone, in a low light you sit alone
Push your thoughts beside, wash down your pride
All that I do is try to take you home
All that I do is try to take you home
Feeling empty and looking for the other part of me
I am searching for my identity
You know that I am chained so please let me see
Give me the key to set me free
But when at last the night is gone, day by day on my way alone
Push your thoughts beside, wash down your pride
All that I do is try to take you home
All that I do is try to take you home
Writer/s: John Wise
