Chris de Meza

We all want to go home

Little words become big pains

There’s a silence in my head

Like a fool, I keep my mouth shut

Before I say something wrong

Little me is running fast, there's no time for me to think

I wrote it all, but nobody said a word

Why would we load our guns to kill?

Why should we let people in this pain?

We all want to go home, in a safe world

We all want to be free

Little drops are falling down

From my cheeks to my neck, to the ground

My heart is locked, but there’s no key

To the freedom that I need

Why would we load our guns to kill?

Why should we let people in this pain?

We all want to go home, in a safe world

We all want to be free

We all want to go home, in a safe world

We all want to be free

Could it ever be?