Sing me something new
You know that I will listen
But the burden of existence
Will take its toll on you
But you’ll never have to be alone
Because we are coming home
We are coming home
Look up at the sky
The stars are all appearing
Your wounds will all be healing
Even as you say goodbye
To the only place you know
And we are coming home
We are coming home
And my child, I can’t believe how much you’ve grown
Sing me something new
Lift your voice to the ceiling
Give in to what you’re feeling
Until it makes a change in you
Oh, your spirit’s made of gold
And we are coming home
We are coming home
We are coming home
We are coming home
Oh, sing me something new
You know that I will listen
But the burden of existence
Will help to pull you through
But you’ll never be alone
And my child, I can’t believe how much you’ve grown
Provo Music Magazine 