Home from Home by Cast My Cares

Hunger pains,
souls that strain
to know,
to reach out and to grow
with open palms,
blistered and searching for life.

I must let you go for now.
In the golden streets you are free to roam.
I will see you there.
It won’t be long
till I’ll be home.

Breathing pains,
lungs that wane
and go.
When every breath grows slow
the kingdom comes.
Death our disease; Truth our Cure.


Oh, the memories I keep.
I hide them in my heart.
Yes, I’ve known from the start
that one day we would part.
We sow and then we reap,
we work and then we sleep.

I must let you go for now.
In the golden streets you are free to roam.
I will see you there.
It won’t be long
Till I’ll be home.
I must let you go for now.
In the golden streets you are free to roam.
I will see you there.
It won’t be long
Till I’ll be home.

Till I’ll be home.

• Alternative
• Christian
• Home
• Rock
• melodic
• post-rock
• rhythmic
• United States