Louise Wanselius - Friend from Meadow Lyrics

Home, home, home
Home, home, home
Would you travel far
Would you walk alone
To meet your own shadow
Could you walk away from all you knew
Collect a few memories from your meadow
Would you travel far
To land in the arms of the unknown
In a new found place
Would you share it all
Tell your story
Let them see the footprint
From your meadow
Where is your home
Where is my home
Is there ever a place to call our own
Who is weak, who is strong
In a world where we long for the truth
Of our lifetime
Where is your home
Where is my heart
Is there ever a chance to restart
Where is good, where is bad
In a world that's both mad
And beautiful
Would you look at me
As your own child
A soul living under the sky
Like a wild rose
How can we cope
How can we stand
To lose this new friend
From the meadow
So here we are
Holding a dream
In hands of hope
A precious gift
What can we do
To keep it warm
To lift above pain
Where is your home
Where is my home
Is there ever a place to call our own
Who is weak, who is strong
In a world where we long for the truth
Of our lifetime
Where is your home
Where is our heart
Is there ever a chance to restart
Where is good, where is bad
In a world that's both mad
Where is your home
Where is my home
Is there ever a place to call our own
Who is weak, who is strong
In a world where we long for the truth
Of our lifetime
Where is your home
Where is my heart
Is there ever a chance to restart
Where is good, where is bad
In a world that's both mad
And beautiful
Home, home, home
Home, home, home