Days are passing, weeks are counted Two weeks, four weeks, six weeks gone Where am I now, I'm missing home Behind locked doors they await my plea Do they all see through me, do they all know?
I'm sending this message to all Hoping sometime it will reach a shore Someone to find, bring back hope I will wait - cold and forlorn
Does it matter where we are In an orphan home, or in a mansion of gold All these people with no place to call home Too bad no one cares Who decides where the journey starts
A tidal wave will bring me safe away Until I reach a distant shore I've been away for a long time now No one is waiting for me I know Time will erase all my darkest dreams I'm still counting days
I'm sending this message to all Hoping sometime it will reach a shore Someone to find, bring back hope I will wait - cold and forlorn
Does it matter where we are In an orphan home, or in a mansion of gold All these people with no place to call home Too bad no one cares Who decides where the journey starts
Days are passing, weeks are counted Two weeks, four weeks, six weeks gone Where am I now, I'm missing home Behind locked doors they await my plea Do they all see through me, do they all know? No one is waiting for me, I know...
It's all going to get better now Fool's paradise - the promised fields Thinking positive, not the opposite After the tide, a new dawn will rise
It's all going to get better now The beholder comes, to clear my head Thinking positive, not the opposite Six feet under, the end to it all will come
I'm sending this message to all Hoping sometime it will reach a shore Someone to find, bring back hope I will wait - cold and forlorn
Does it matter where we are In an orphan home, or in a mansion of gold All these people with no place to call home Too bad no one cares Who decides where the journey startsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
