Going Home

Ben Moody

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As I slip into the fall of night
Caught between the hands of time
No the words that never found their way
Suddenly they all are mine

Sleep , now sleep
Dawn will come to
Warm and wake you
Morning breaks
Going home

As my life begins to leave me
A stranger reaches out is hand
Through all the ash and dust he leaves me
A life that I don't understand

Sleep , now sleep
Dawn will come to
Warm and wake you
Morning breaks
Going home