(Charlie Smalls)



Think of home

Home



When I think of home

I think of a place where there's love overflowing

I wish I was home

I wish I was back there with the things I been knowing



Wind that makes the tall trees bend into leaning

Suddenly the snowflakes that fall have a meaning

Sprinklin' the scene, makes it all clean



Maybe there's a chance for me to go back there

Now that I have some direction

It would sure be nice to be back home

Where there's love and affection

And just maybe I can convince time to slow up

Giving me enough time in my life to grow up

Time be my friend, let me start again



Suddenly my world has changed it's face

But I still know where I'm going

I have had my mind spun around in space

And yet I've watched it growing



If you're list'ning God

Please don't make it hard to know

If we should believe in the things that we see

Tell us, should we run away

Should we try and stay

Or would it be better just to let things be?



Living here, in this brand new world

Might be a fantasy

But it taught me to love

So it's real, real to me



And I've learned

That we must look inside our hearts

To find a world full of love

Like yours

Like me



Like home...