Love, the only thing that leads me home.
Beaten and bruised and so confused,
leaning on the hope of something
more than scattered dreams.
I was made for more than broken dreams.
Love, the only medicine I'll ever need.
Love, the only truth to ease the pain of all these lies,
seeing clearly with unclouded eyes
all the things I wished I could become.
Love won't ever let me come undone.
Love, the faithful saint, will lead me home.