(Intro) [Verse] Far from home, The winter settles on the broken road. Here and there, Another family carries what they can. Through the night, The distant thunder shakes the window glass. Down the street, A hurried train is filling up again. [Chorus] And the world goes on, While the sirens call. People leave with everything they own, And some leave nothing at all. Maps are drawn in distant rooms, But the cost is paid below— In empty homes and frightened eyes, And roads that lead from home. [Verse] Someone waits, For a voice that hasn't called since yesterday. Someone writes, A name upon a photograph. Far away, Officials speak of borders, strength and strategy. Here below, A mother counts the hours until dawn. And tomorrow comes, Whether anyone is ready or not. The guns may speak, But ordinary people carry on— Hoping for the day When home means home again. [Outro]
