My room smells like cinnamon
I'm burning everything
I'm building what I need the scent, a souvenir
To take on a journey
That's personally
I need somewhere to live, nice and warm
And feeling homey
(So, is that you) Dear?
The wall right in front of me
I'll break it honestly
I'll break down anything just to overcome
The fear and emotion
The self destruction
I need somewhere to go, need a home, need to know
(Is that you) Dear?
My hands smell like cinnamon
They found my innocence
Reborn to start again
To wash the tears away with bold intuition
Create my vision
I need somewhere to see
Somewhere to be, someone to me
(So, is that you) Dear?
The wheel set in motion
These gates have opened
A cycles closing the sign I'm meant to read
To take as I travel
Both strong and fragile
I need to ask somehow to feel
And pray some thing to say
(So, is that you) Dear?