He felt so cold, he felt so old

Stand up, be counted; your stories aren't told

Stand up, be counted; for this moment you will hold
We won't give up on your existence, we won't forget who you are
Stand up, be counted; no slipping away


Where is home when you're feeling defeated?
Vicious minds bring you crashing down to your knees.

Where is home, it's where heart and love live,
Surround yourself with positivity


Life up your demeanor, push through this cold

The only reason we see these ghosts, is because our stories aren't told

Let them live on forever, your heart, will never grow old
It will never grow old


He felt so cold, he felt so old

Where is home?

The only reason that you see these ghosts is because your stories are never told,
He felt so cold, he felt so old