His hands ran through my hair
Like fingers in the wind
My head on his chest
Like he was my personal pillow
And in these moments I realized
This is where I'm supposed to be
I am home
I can breathe
His hands ran through my hair
Like fingers in the wind
My head on his chest
Like he was my personal pillow
And in these moments I realized
This is where I'm supposed to be
I am home
I can breathe
