A place to breath

I’m going home
I’m going home
To bleed my pain
To digest the thorns

I’ll look at the sun
I’ll look at the sun
To heal my wounds
To burn your need

And the bird won’t sing again
It’s time to say good night
And I’ll die here alone
I don’t really care
I’ve been training all my life

But I know there must be
A  place for me
A place where I could
Put the shield away
And breathe

I'll look at the sun
I'll look at the sun
I'll look at the sun
I'll look at the sun

And the bird might sing one day
He just needs a brand new heart
And even if there's none
I will do my best
To pretend that the old one works

I’m going home
I’m going home
I'm going home
I'm going home