Lyrics Home. - Flint Axton

Water rushing into me
A fluvial tide within my bones
Over and over I go, swaying back and forth
And I lost my hold
While I was lost inside my flow

Empty hands and empty strolls
Shifting sands and gaping holes
As I lie wasted by the shore
A sense of clarity is pouring into me
So

I
Was never one to fit the mold
I
Could never call myself my own, and
It finally echoes in my soul
I'm
Home

I'm home
I'm home
I'm home