Way Back To Our Home. COPYRIGHT: Riley Parkinson.

Convictions and confessions, soiled secrets circling round.

Loss of mind and self control.

Addictions and obsessions, grinding us into the ground.

But yet we always find our way back, our way back to home.

We take long deep breaths,

Inhaling smoke, Lost in the addiction,

Of outside influences.

But yet we always find our way back, our way back to home.

We don't ever look back,

We breathe our way through the smoke.

And even if we become addicts of the outsiders game,

But yet we always find our way back, Our way back to our home.

It isn't easy living,

With that smoke in our lungs and soiled secrets in our ears.

Losing our sanity and our capability to act.

But yet we always find our way back, our way back to our home.

We push forward,We face life right up to it's eyes.

Outside influences affect us no more.

The smoke is gone,

And what's left is just a dream that became a reality.

No matter what, We always, Always, Find our way back to our home.

~ Riley Dane~