Whitney Houston
Home (Live from The Concert for a New South Africa)
When I think of home
I think of a place
Where there's
Love overflowing
I wish I was home
I wish I like comeback there
With the things I been knowing
Wind that makes the tall grass
Bend into leaning and suddenly
The raindrops that fall and have a meaning
Sprinklin', scene, messing all scene
So clean
And yes
Now there's a chance
I can go back
Now that I have direction
Sure I be nice
To be back home
Where there's
So much love and affection
And just maybe
Maybe I can convince time to slow up
Giving me
Enough time in my life to grow up
Time be my friend
Let me start again
Suddenly my world has changed it's face, ah
But I there, is there know where will going
I know you have had my mind spun around in space
And yet I've watched it growing
I know you listening God
Please, please do make it hard
Did I know I shouldn't believe everything we see
Tell us, should I try and stay
Should we run away
Or maybe it be, better, Just let things be?
Living here, my brand the world
Yes it might, ah, be a fantasy
Don't let be
'cause it taught me to love
Taught me love
So I know that it's real, its gonna is real
It's real...
...to me
And I've learned
We must to be
Look inside... Ih
I has the find
A world full of love
Like mine, yours, and mine
Like Home
Like Home
My Home...
I love you...