The road home
I have the shoulders,wide enough for you & me.
I`ll hold your many problems,when your down or so alone. 
I`ll be there,i will pick you up,again & again.
I`ll be there, i said to pick you up, again & again.
Take my hand.
I will show you the child that has still remained.
& wash all the pain, so you can feel safe again.
& we will walk,that winding road,back home,back home.
& we will walk, that winding road,back home,back home.
Take my hand.
& i will guide you there,
to a place in my mind,a place in time,
take my hand,
& together we will walk,through the green fields,
with the sun on our backs & a smile on our faces.
Take my hand.