Intro) I was a reed beside the river, Rooted where the wild winds run. Then a hand came, cut me from the meadow, And I learned to sing of what was gone. Now my voice is full of yearning, Every note a wound made wide. I can sing of all my sorrow, But not the place I left behind. Oh, carry me, carry me home, Through the dark where the lost hearts roam. Every breath is a thread of pain, Every song is a road again. I am the reed, I am the cry, I am the question asking why. And every time the music starts, I hear the breaking of our hearts.... Outro)
