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Download the full version here: --- Check out my Patreon page (you are my label): --- Thank you Caleb for putting this video together: “Home“ is an original song written by Eppic and Tyler Ward This song represents who we are as a musical unit. “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.“ -Matthew 11:28 Eppic's Channel: Joel's Channel: Enjoy this video Thank you for all of your support! Tyler Ward ps. A huge thumbs up for Drew's piano intro : ) Become my friend on Instagram & Twitter: @TylerWardMusic My ORIGINAL album “Honestly“ here: LYRICS: Chorus: Bring me home tonight can we leave for awhile you said come here child (Verse 1) This morning i woke and i wrote please god grant me the serenity/ to know whats gotten into me/ for me to look to the sky whenever i need that help/ for me to look towards god before i look towards myself/ you pulled me out of hell and uplift/ that put me on my way, on my pursuit of happiness/ underneath this exterior dorments something demonic/ solitary confinement dormints something psychotic/ got my back against the wall, up against the bricks/ on the edge of the surface which is digging into my skin/ knowing that this aint for me, its for them/ their drowning hopefully that one day their able to swin/ what this song needed was a voice which i gave/ like a rock struck by tidal waves/ how much more can i take of this before i break/ will this overcast fade or be the last i see the sun today. (Verse 2) Fixated on becoming this prodigy/ blinded not by the sun but blinded by this oddessy/ cause what i got to be is prophecy redirect my approach/ and to make sure in this game i go harder than most/ once the beast is provoked and with all that i am/ simply articulate, a prison of passion/ just a artist, a slave to the pen/ it only takes the slightest spark for the artist to be awaken/ when i'm awake i'm thinkin wield words from the cranium/ When i've got god impacts become spontaneous/ never asked for this, god must have something instore/ strike the lighter let my fire rekindle/ songs in my head waiting to form stanzas/ this may be the death of me but i'll take my chances/ as the novice advices, lyrically inhances/ plunge this battlefield with spears, swords, and lances.
