Make It HomeA Poem by LanaI picked up my bag I'm looking for a place to hide I'm walking through a nightmare And I got nobody by my side Help me, Lord, save me I know I'm not the only one I got the devil in me And I just wanna sing this song If I don't make it home I'm sorry If I don't make it home I'm free If I don't make it home I'm sorry And, keep a good thought for me I feel the pressure in my chest Like an invisible entity Trying to crush me but I'm back up on my feet Thoughts won't leave my head Like a broken record on repeat It's hard to be brave When you're fighting a war like this If I don't make it home I'm sorry If I don't make it home I'm free If I don't make it home I'm sorry And, keep a good thought for me I picked up my bag Running for my life indeed I have no signals and I live a thousand miles from here Please tell me I can get through, this eerie road I breathe It's like an ocean is flooding the home I lived If I don't make it home I'm sorry If I don't make it home I'm free If I don't make it home I'm sorry And, I'll find good company
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