Flowers for Carolina

I was born a believer. Believing That you'd find me here. She said, "Why do we all carry This? Where's the love I can call Home?" Is it the vow that you see? Or is it the people that it brings? Come to call that insurrection So that we could reach the heart of gold. I was born a believer. Believing that you'd find me here. Said, "I hope the world will hear. Where's the love that I can call Home?" I can only imagine What it's like to feel the pull. It's only when I breathe a prayer That I sink into the truth. That I cannot Tell you or unveil Or surrender. It is only me who's born not To keep us Safe