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   And look at the child with the dream in her eyes   Holding it deep inside her   Thinking about Home... Home...   So much anger so deeply ingrained   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   And look at the child with the dream in her eyes   Holding it deep inside her   Home... home... home... home.