Tired morning the sunlight wakes me out of my sleep Familiar ceiling the smell of boiled down coffee Yesterday's nightmare it's really hard to believe soft voices surrounding it Mornings could not wake sensing the end of a journey Nights hating silence sensing the start of a bad dream This place would always gently warmly wrap me up inside Seems that we have become wise in misleading ways by chasing things of uncertainty Even time that I screwed up still this place Time passes the same as it did back in the day I've lost sight of what to believe Unaware of how far out I have come Afraid of contradiction and to be able to change that person is me I've lost sight of what to believe You were there waiting for me for the whole time I will never lose it again This place is the place that I call home I won't forget the memory Warmth of the hand will never go away You let me know not everything I feel inside see with my eyes are untrue