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Voices of relatives, long time gone Smiles and times we've spent, I can't forget Laughs that etched their way in the storm After all these years And all set point right back to home The air does not clean nearly fast enough around here Choked words and unfinished sentences These never ending subtle messages of home Trees and notes And all roads point right back to home You rise and shine because the virgin mother said Legs can't walk, givin' up Givin' up is not one of the options Givin' up is not in the plans I know the trip is long on the body So don't ask it 'Where they're yet?' like a child 'Cause patience is a virtue Rain and snow And all roads point right back to you Find a path of consistency Sink my teeth into it Soak my feet in the mud of my past Flesh and blood And all roads point there back to home |