"Home" as written by P. B. Lianmawia, H. S. Lalruatliana, Rosangliana, and Joshua Zoramliana....
Child walks down to the river's edge
And looks out as far as she can see
And draws each breath as if it were the last
And wipes away the tears across her sleeve
She can see where the river crawls to the sea
Like a baby into mothers care
Somehow the longing is so far away
The innocence so wasted and aware
And look at the child with the dream in her eyes
Holding it deep inside her
Thinking about home, home
So much anger so deeply engrained
Seemed a burden that was hers alone
She didn't thing that there was anything wrong
With wanting a life that she could call her own
How could I explain? You would not want to hear
You wouldn't listen if I talked anyway
For you were too weighed down by your own fears
Look at the child with the dream in her eyes
Holding it deep inside her
Home, home, home, home
And looks out as far as she can see
And draws each breath as if it were the last
And wipes away the tears across her sleeve
She can see where the river crawls to the sea
Like a baby into mothers care
Somehow the longing is so far away
The innocence so wasted and aware
And look at the child with the dream in her eyes
Holding it deep inside her
Thinking about home, home
So much anger so deeply engrained
Seemed a burden that was hers alone
She didn't thing that there was anything wrong
With wanting a life that she could call her own
How could I explain? You would not want to hear
You wouldn't listen if I talked anyway
For you were too weighed down by your own fears
Look at the child with the dream in her eyes
Holding it deep inside her
Home, home, home, home
Lyrics submitted by kevin
"Home" as written by Sarah Mclachlan
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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I feel that this song can be about someone who is denied their parents' love (and by extension, their home). The child sees a river as being in the care of its mother the sea, something that she is not able to experience.
I think despite the current situation, the child holds hope that some day her parents will accept the "life that she could call her own" and she will have a home again. I, too, hold the dream of reuniting with my parents.