My Home

MY HOME
In a cave far from the road
Longing for my country and my home
Bound and gagged, ropes around my hands
Prisoner of war in a foreign land
My home, the place I’m longing for
My home, warm welcome at the door
My home, my feet on the carpet floor
My home, may never see it anymore
Is this really about the oil
Beneath the land mines buried in the soil
Or is it all about religion
We pass on to our children
My home, smell of lilacs in the rain
My home, hear the road hockey game
My home, in the shade of the maple tree
My home, on a quiet suburban street
I don’t know if I can go on
Why have they kept me here so long
Are you coming to rescue me
Take me with you, I beg you please
To my home, before I get too tired
My home, put a log on the fire
My home, far from the darkness and the pain
My home, will I ever see it again
My home, ooh
My home, ooh
My home
My home…