Coming Home ( 1995 ) Dawn breaks, the birds seduce the day cold fingers steal across the sky as if afraid It's not the time to speak, I watch you silently seeking refuge from the promises you made You vowed you'd be there, each hour God allowed but when freedom spreads her wings, what can you say ? Your time is all for us, her time is taken and now the last thing in the world you'll do is pray Can't accept, she's not coming home life could not be so unkind can't accept, she won't telephone I can hear her in my mind And we will not fall, for we hold other lives although the spark will never be so bright inside and some days will hurt, year after empty year and tears will fall, tears of pain, tears of pride I can't accept, she's not coming home....

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