Hope come
from under the ocean
and cover my burdens
like a cloak
let all the doors close
and shut all the windows
i just want to hear you
with out all the noise
I know i let you down
But i want to come home now
i've missed you
the way that i used to
when i was a child
and you we're my God
but you're so mysterious
the way you keep nearing us
like the sound of the water
in the dark of the night
i know i let you down
but i want to come home now
-Roman Holiday
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