My Father's House - JP Cooper
If I don't change my ways, I'm in all kinds of trouble when I get home.
I'm constantly amazed by my own stubborn lack of self control.
To my father's house I have to walk this road.
Though the streets are wild ruthless I will go
To my father's house, my fa, my father's house I roam.
I'll roam.
I'm watching myself grow, I'm finding strength in seeking the unknown.
And I will shine my light when the road seems rough and overgrown, overgrown.
To my father's house I have to walk this road.
Though the streets are cold and lawless I will go
To my father's house, my fa, my father's house I roam.
I'll roam.
But all's not lost, you know. All's not lost you know.
I keep on moving, moving ahead.
Forget the ways you fall. Forget the times you fade.
Look at how you've changed and stayed. So pick up your bags and carry on, carry on.
To my father's house I have to walk this road.
Though my enemy surrounds me I will go
To my father's house, my fa, my father's house I roam.
I'll roam.
If I don't change my ways I'm in all kinds of trouble when I get home.
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