Child walks to the river
And looks 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's 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
Home, home

So much anger, so deeply ingrained
Seemed a burden that was hers alone

She didn't think that there was anything wrong
In 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

Look at the child with the dream in her eyes
Holding it deep inside
Home, home, home, home

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Writer(s): Sarah McLachlan