Home...

When you were a kid, you used to creep out of your hole and play with mud and naughty boys. When you were dirty or hurt, you came crawling back inside your hole, where you find a family of people there for you. Listens to your sobbing and finally makes it all alright. Somehow..
When you grow up, you find yourself creep out of that same hole again... and play with blood and respect. When you hurry to crawl back into the hole, its nowhere to be seen. With blood on your hands, shame on your face.. you run as fast as you can looking for your hole..
People.. strange faces are staring at you with their blank faces. You keep on running like nobody existed.. All your heart craves for is for someone to hold to tightly and say it was all going to be fine..
Finally you spot the same old hole somewhere within the chaos. It was home.. where you could be safe safe and protected. Happy...You quickly crawl back in ready to start sobbing and complaining.. You feel uncomfortable.. and then you open your eyes to see that your all alone in this world...

Come stop your crying
It will be all right
Just take my hand
Hold it tight
I will protect you
From all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry

For one so small
You seem so strong
My arms will hold you,
keep you save and warm
This bond between us
can't be broken
I will be here
Don't you cry