By Mark A. Leon

We thought music could change the world, but it only changed the world we thought we knew

In the streets, children cry

Another painful lullaby

The tune of despair struggling to smile

Dancing on the blood of our ancestors

A better life; a better time

On our way home

On our way home

Back where we belong

My soul is not mine to sell

I’m penniless and soaking wet lying motionless in the eye of the storm

Just another voice in the darkness of this shadow                                            

On our way home

On our way home

Back to where we belong

So little time

So much eternity

Looking back to the way it used to be

Looking forward to all possibility

Frozen in this moment numb only to the wind piercing through looking for a connection to the soul

On our way home

On our way home

Back where we belong

Nothing is going to change from the edge of the universe to the shadow box holding your heart

A merry go round of mistakes watching us with every spin

Laughing, crying, staring, repeating

Another glass

A toast

To us; to this; to existence beginning, middle and never ending

Life with purpose

On our way home

On our way home

Back where we belong

The past disappears

The future drowning in tears

The now took deep in nonsense thought

Oh well, let just part

A long goodbye

Another hello

Remember me then

Forget me know

Soon I will return

A new world found

On our way home

On our way home

Back where we belong