It’s a beautiful day, when the sun comes through the trees.
And the grass grows tall, when I walk through I feel small.
I don’t know where I am, but I know I’m coming home,
It’s the beauty of the morning, that holds back the alone,
I hear the native birds returning, I feel the space has grown,
I know I’m coming home.
On the edge of the road, I found a truth untold,
I didn’t want it missed, taken for fool’s gold.
I don’t know where I am, but I know I’m coming home,
It’s the beauty of the morning, that holds back the alone,
I hear the native birds returning, I feel the space has grown,
I know when I’ll be home.
Held back tears, and dubious circumstances,
Certainly conflict with life’s uncertain chances.
Holding on by strings, wavering allegiances,
Reminded of the endings constant slow advances.
I don’t know where I am, but I know I’m coming home,
It’s the beauty of the morning, that holds back the alone,
I hear the native birds returning, I feel the space has grown,
I know I am home.
credits
from Tempered Glass,
released June 21, 2017
Zak Kline- Singer, Writer, Producer
Zak Kline is a queer recording artist and songwriter exploring the power of music to make a positive impact on people's
lives. By redefining social expectations he hopes to bring people together through a shared love of music and life. A focus on singing drives his music through vocal harmonies and explores the power of the human voice to affect change — both intimate and universal....more
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