HomeI hear them coming.Coming

Home

I hear them coming.

Coming to take me away.

They drug me.

Then sell me like a slave.

I will never see home.

Here they come.

Coming to pull at my clothes.

To beat me to a pulp.

They take the light from my eyes.

I just want to go home.

Here they are.

But it is not them.

A man with a soft voice.

He tells me that I'm safe now.

Oh God, I'm coming home.