Going Home

Going Home

You looked at me
I saw a face I knew I'd once seen
You looked at me
Took me to a place where I'd once been

Thats why
I'm going home
With your help
I'm going home

You held my hand
Gave me a leg on which to stand
When times were tough
Looking in your eyes I could see a way
To succeed in going home
So with your help I'm going home

Not running or standing still
Not crawling or climbing by free will
Not fighting or crying or standing still
Just loving and dying on that hill

Thats why
I'm going home
With your help
I'm going home
With you my love I'm going home
So tell me love when are we going home