I need time to heal
from this pain I reel
broken and bruised
is all I feel
Im going home
I am old
too tired to fight
I dont care
about whos wrong or right
Im going home
All the grace
that I have been shown
all the seeds
I have sewn
I think its time
Im going home
Made it to here
and there you stand
you make me
wanna live again
Maybe I'm not done
no curtain call
maybe I got fight
left after all
Im living On
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