What do we hide, what do we see.
Are we afraid of our own exsistance?
Why is this true, what did we do to feel this way.
All we know seems so distant,
everything so strange on my way back home.
Day by day, getting closer now.
On my way back home to you.
All the love I got, all the love I get.
I Will never forget on my way back home.
These lyrics are for personal use to my music.
And violation of this will result in ex