We Are The City April
April comes down
She wants to be alive
Alive
Why can't I just talk to God?
What would I say?
God, I miss home
I miss it now
I miss my house
I miss my home
I miss my grade six love
I miss my health
I miss my home
I miss my grade six love
I miss the way that my mom smelled
I miss the way that she could cure any common cold you held
I would watch movies with my Dad before I knew his secret heart to know the loves that he has had
When I caught frogs in watered ponds
I woke to sound and not to noise as my neighbours worshipped God
I miss my house
I miss my home
I miss the heart that I had
