| This is a lovely place that is hard to leave
|
| And there is a loneliness that we will always grieve
|
| So give what you can and only take what you need
|
| And hope you heart will know what you eyes can’t see
|
| When I was a child I still thought like a child
|
| And I still feel like a child sometimes
|
| But I’m learning the farthe3st I’ll travel each day
|
| Is to the edge of my blindness, and then a little more ways
|
| We will meet again I’m sure
|
| Someday when our sorrow s are cured
|
| And we’ll walk like friends, embrace again
|
| Much closer to home we’ll be then
|
| The world will build walls without any doors
|
| And it is easy to forget what we are climbing them for
|
| But I saw an angel with hope on it’s face saying
|
| «There's good work to do, and there is no time to waste»
|
| We are closer to home, we are closer to home
|
| We are closer to home that we know
|
| I felt your should in your fingertips
|
| And I have held your hand and brushed them to my lips
|
| And I saw the child that I birthed in my pain
|
| And when she opened her eyes there were your eyes again |