Shelter me from a playground of indecisions
Bury my fear and grant me that my hope brings me visions
I am never whom I was
I am never these illusions
The child in me still searching for absolution
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
More than fire and rain
More than sticks and stones
A home
A castle of glass misguiding emotions that are born
Never growing younger the age outdoing the clock
Decisions growling
Decisions howling
The child in me still looking for a flower
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
More than fire and rain
More than sticks and stones
A home
A home
A home
A home
A home
Welcome home to childhood dreams
Welcome home to a destiny
Welcome home to a fragile heart
Welcome home
I don’t want my youth to be a grave that I visit
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