He felt so cold, he felt so old
Stand up, be counted; your stories aren't told
Stand up, be counted; for this moment you will hold
We won't give up on your existence, we won't forget who you are
Stand up, be counted; no slipping away
Where is home when you're feeling defeated?
Vicious minds bring you crashing down to your knees.
Where is home, it's where heart and love live,
Surround yourself with positivity
Life up your demeanor, push through this cold
The only reason we see these ghosts, is because our stories aren't told
Let them live on forever, your heart, will never grow old
It will never grow old
He felt so cold, he felt so old
Where is home?
The only reason that you see these ghosts is because your stories are never told,
He felt so cold, he felt so old