No Welcome Home [Intro] (Spoken Intro - Layered, Distorted) Conflict rages on. Not in jungles this time— but in cities, deserts, homes. And still… they come back changed. If they come back at all. [Verse 1] Kyiv burns, Gaza cries, Children watch as fire lights the sky. They say “it’s just defense”, “just war”, “just fate”— But there’s nothing just about a twisted gate. No uniforms, no front lines, Just lives erased in real time. [Chorus] No welcome home, no parades, no flags, Just silence, just body bags. Nineteen, twenty, twenty-five, They were barely grown, but told to survive. No welcome home, just endless scrolls, Names we’ll never know, hearts we’ll never hold. [Verse 2] In Sudan, they run. In Yemen, they fade. In Rafah, the dust hides bones in the shade. They film their fear for the world to see, But does it change our apathy? PTSD behind every stare, The war never ends—it just follows them here. [Bridge - breakdown (Spoken - Hollow, Echoing)] One in five returns with scars unseen. But trauma doesn’t heal, And sirens don’t fade in their dreams. No rehab for guilt. No cure for remembering. [Chorus] No welcome home, no medals shine, Just cold hands signing the dotted line. Eighteen, twenty, twenty-five, Trained to fight, but not to stay alive. No welcome home, just broken sleep, Memories they’re forced to keep. [Bridge] (Minimalist, Stark) What did we do it for? Whose war was it—ours or yours? They gave their youth for power’s lie, And now they’re ghosts, walking by. Invisible in every street. The war goes on—even in peace. [Final Chorus] (Layered, Strained, Fading) No welcome home (no, no), No flags to wave. No one says thanks for what they gave. No welcome home, Just silence and scars. The war’s still here—it never got far. [Outro] (Spoken - Distant, Hollow) All they ever wanted… was to come home. But sometimes… there’s no home left to come back to.
