Child walks down to the river's edge

And looks out as far as she can see

And draws each breath as if it were the last

And wipes away the tears across her sleeve

She can see where the river crawls to the sea

Like a baby into mother's care

Somehow the longing is so far away

The innocence so wasted and aware

And look at the child with the dream in her eyes

Holding it deep inside her

Thinking about Home... Home...

So much anger so deeply ingrained

Seemed a burden that was hers alone

She didn't think that there was anything wrong

With wanting a life that she could call her own

How could I explain? You would not want to hear

You wouldn't listen if I talked anyway

For you were too weighed down by your own fears

And look at the child with the dream in her eyes

Holding it deep inside her

Home... home... home... home...