Counting Down to Home

Oh, mama,

it's only 231

more days to go.

These iron chains are on me,

but they hurt.

It's so

cold, but

so

far.

Oh, mama, don't you cry,

It's not gonna be long.

Oh, oh, oh.

So hold on tight to the fading night,

We are gonna turn these shadows into light.

Just a few more pages left to tear away,

I am coming home to you to stay.

Oh,

mama, hold on,

It is not gonna be long now.

Oh, oh, oh.

Every sunrise cuts through the iron bars,

Counting footsteps under a sliver of stars.

I remember the warmth of the kitchen floor,

And the sound of your voice right outside the door.

The silence echoes in the empty hall,

But I hear your whisper standing through it all.

So hold on tight to the fading night,

We are gonna turn these shadows into light.

Just a few more pages left to tear away,

I am coming home to you to stay.

Oh, mama, hold on,

It is not gonna be long now.

Oh,

oh, oh.

The weight

is heavy,

the road is steep,

But I have got promises I swore to keep.

Every second ticks like a beating drum,

Reminding me of all the good to come.

I can almost see the horizon clear,

And wash away every single tear.

Not gonna be long now.

Just counting down the days.

I will see you soon,

mama.

Oh,

oh, oh...