Let It Sing-Whitley

When I was born in my mother's bed A tear fell down to the breath that I drew We had our family, we had our home Foundations trembled, now it's dead and gone I was a young man, my gun was clean I hadn't killed yet, I was unseen Something comes creeping, creeping in I killed my first love, blood on my hands Then I fell like I knew that I was all alone And I looked for the road towards my home I'm a thread from a coat, I was poorly sewn I'm a king but I stand on an empty throne And we're all running from where we've been Our innocence was never seen Something comes creeping, creeping in This could be true love or just another sin 'Cause you make me feel like I'm not alone And you make me feel like I'm coming home I'm a king you're a queen, let it sing, let it sing I'm a king you're a queen, let it sing, let it sing