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Sarah McLachlan

Child walks down to the river's edge 
And looks out as far as she can see 
And draws each breath as if it were the last 
And wipes away the tears across her sleeve 
She can see where the river crawls to the sea 
Like a baby into mother's care 
Somehow the longing is so far away 
The innocence so wasted and aware 
Look at the child with the dream in her eyes 
Holding it deep inside her 
Home... 
So much anger so deeply engraived 
Seemed a burden that was hers alone 
She didn't think that there was anything wrong 
With wanting a life that she could call her own 
How could I explain? 
You would not want to hear 
You wouldn't listen if I talked anyway 
For you were too weighed down by your own fears 
Look at the child with the dream in her eyes 
Holding it deep inside her... 
Home... home... home... home...