Running past the river, running past the daylight

feeling it coming back through your veins in the night,

where the voices surround me 

the weight of the world on my shoulders, heavy and tight,

as I search for a glimmer of hope, a flicker of light.

I’ll be crying for the comfort of mercy

Burning bridges that I see that no longer serve me 

As it all comes down again, a similar sound 

of the spirit whispering in your heart, I’m going home now.

I’m going home.

I’m going home.

While I feel it is coming back. 

The sounds are whispering in my head.

Can I see it now?

With the hope of returning home now

You’re going home to a place of peace and rest,

where the weight of the world no longer feels like a test,

and the sounds are whispering in your head,

urging you to keep going, not to give up instead.

The voices surround you, whispering in your ear,

urging you to keep going despite your fear,

and you feel yourself breaking, shedding a tear,

crying out for the comfort of mercy to draw near.

You’re going home to a place of peace and rest,

where the weight of the world no longer feels like a test,

and the sounds are whispering in your head,

urging you to keep going, not to give up instead.