Alex John-Duarte - My Home Lyrics

I harvest my soul
As I come back to life
Watch the old tree fall
As it moulds, rots and dies
Without purpose to live
There's no purpose to try
Grind our tough conversations
As we love, heal and cry
But it won't break my skin
I'll feel the fire within
As I harvest my soul
The weak still grow old and then sin
All these days seem so long
Got no strength here to carry on
In this moment I still feel lost
In my home
But it's my home
Without life by the sea
There's no life here for me
I'd lose the purpose to live
And then die all alone
But it won't break my skin
I'll feel the fire within
As I harvest my soul
The weak still grow old and then sin
All these days seem so long
Got no strength here to carry on
In this moment I still feel lost
In my home
But for now our paths won't cross
Lost some old friends and paid the cost
In this moment I still feel lost
In my home
In this moment I still feel lost
In my home
In this moment I still feel lost
In my home
All these days seem so long
Got no strength here to carry on
In this moment I still feel lost
In my home
In this moment I still feel lost
In my home
But it's my home