He leads me home.

Don't ask me what I've seen, for god he knows my sorrow

He knows my heart's afflictions, and my prayers of all tomorrow

He knows my fears and triumphs, my struggles
And my dreams

He knows the way of my heart, he'd listened
To my screams

He knows when I lay silent, a great vioce I'm trying to hide, I hold it down the deepest, and lock it all inside

He knows my walls
And pillars, the doors I've closed to seal

And as I search for answers,  wondering what is real

My mind, he teaches patience, like the ticking of the clock

He reminds me of his grand old key, with Love there is no lock

He leads me home
Just like a shepherd
Tending to his flock

For love is greater than the darkness, and he shall always win

There's nothing quite
like it , Or even
more sincere

Than knowing he is watching, not so far
But near.