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West on a plane bound west I see her stretching out below
Land blessed motherland the place where I was born
Scars yeah, she's got her scars sometimes it starts to worry me
'Cause lose, I don't wanna lose sight of who we are
From the mountains high to the wave-crashed coast
There's a way to find better days I know
It's been a long hard ride, got a ways to go
But this is still the place, that we all call home
Free, nothing feels like free
Though it sometimes means we don't get along
'Cause same, no we're not the same
But that's what makes us strong
From the mountains high, to the wave-crashed coast
There's a way to find, better days I know
It's been a long hard ride, got a ways to go
But this is still the place that we all call home oh yeah
Brave got it call it brave to chase that dream across the sea
Names then they sign their names for something they believe
Red how the blood ran red and we laid our dead in sacred ground
Just think wonder what they'd think if they could see us now
It's been a long hard ride, got a ways to go
But this is still the place, that we all call home
It's been a long hard ride and I won't lose hope
This is still the place that we all call home
Land blessed motherland the place where I was born
Scars yeah, she's got her scars sometimes it starts to worry me
'Cause lose, I don't wanna lose sight of who we are
From the mountains high to the wave-crashed coast
There's a way to find better days I know
It's been a long hard ride, got a ways to go
But this is still the place, that we all call home
Free, nothing feels like free
Though it sometimes means we don't get along
'Cause same, no we're not the same
But that's what makes us strong
From the mountains high, to the wave-crashed coast
There's a way to find, better days I know
It's been a long hard ride, got a ways to go
But this is still the place that we all call home oh yeah
Brave got it call it brave to chase that dream across the sea
Names then they sign their names for something they believe
Red how the blood ran red and we laid our dead in sacred ground
Just think wonder what they'd think if they could see us now
It's been a long hard ride, got a ways to go
But this is still the place, that we all call home
It's been a long hard ride and I won't lose hope
This is still the place that we all call home
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Home Lyrics as written by Stuart John N Crichton Grant Black
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I acknowledge I am a little homophobic in this comment.
@bkabbott I would like to state that I believe I have very little homophobia in the present day. I often used the word douche bag or faggot but not often to refer to gay people. I have cut those words out of my vocabulary in the past. I greatly regret any hate speech I have used and I look forward to any suggestions from gay or lesbian friends
@bkabbott I have a few gay friends and a couple lesbian friends. I understand that they would be terribly offended by these comments. <br /> <br /> The only time I believe I have used the word faggot to refer to a gay person is when I was on mushrooms at age 17.<br /> <br /> Someone drove our car and these girls walked up and I had eaten a 1/4 and they walked away.<br /> <br /> So I was questioning my sexuality and my friend Tim said someone at our school came out and I said "So he's a faggot". That is the only time I have used the word faggot to refer to a gay person as far as I can remember.<br /> <br /> I am a kind person but I was a severe alcoholic and it's truly a miracle I could get sober. I see direct proof of Allah or God in my life every single day.<br /> <br /> I understand that talk is cheap but I will be continuing to be kind and nice to other people. <br /> <br /> I rely fully on God. I am nothing without Him. I am everything with Him.