there is home

remembering where we came from,
how we lived before,
while thinking where are we heading
and how we live tomorrow

another days are passing by
and another days await
from dirt to dust
so now what's the fuss

will you follow me to the other side
i'm not promising anything
i don't know how high the tide is
but with you i can do anything

are you my home?
or am i your home?
when we live together
then we're home