Letters from Home

And before I know it,
comes and goes another August
and the dreams of spring
lie dying in the dust.
I look in the mirror
with tired eyes.
When did I get older
and still no wiser?

I don't want to rule the world,
just a place to call my own.
I don't need to stand out in a crowd;
I don't want to sleep alone.
I sit here contemplating;
my future's unknown.
I spend my time waiting for
letters from home...

And even if the world
don't know who you are,
you can hold your head high
and pretend you're a star.
And you may say
lies aren't pretty,
but if you can't see me cry,
then I won't feel your pity.

I don't want to rule the world,
just a place to call my own.
I don't need to stand out in a crowd;
I don't want to sleep alone.
I sit here contemplating;
my future's unknown.
I spend my time waiting for
letters from home...