Music and lyrics by Donna Klein
She wears the stoic mask of her creator
As she watches the harbor,
Searching for her children,
She waits for them to Come Home.
Her gaze is firmly fixed on the horizon.
She reflects on the past
And she ponders the future
As she waits for them to Come Home.
In their fear they turn away,
Allowing fear and anger to form a new foundation
Where peace and freedom have no place;
Among those who rather live a starless night
That washes over the hope that is the light of day.
She is the burning flame
Shining in the darkness
Offering a refuge from the storm.
And as the summer heat bends to autumn's breezes,
And winter slowly
Passes to springtime
She waits for them to Come Home.
She waits for them to Come Home.
Copyright © 2002 Donna Klein All Rights Reserved
