Verse 1 Bruce was always building something, Half an idea, wired to last, When the war broke out in Ukraine He didn’t sit and watch the blast on TV. Sirens screaming, borders folding, Maps torn clean down the seam, He picked up phones, asked hard questions— “What does help actually mean?” Verse 2 Thirty-five lives crossed the ocean, No press release, no parade, Just names, passports, quiet courage And tickets somebody paid. No agencies, no empty speeches, No flags hung up for show, Just people helping people Because someone said, “Let’s go.” Chorus You don’t wait for permission, You don’t wait for a sign, When the world starts burning You step across the line. No heroes, no saviors, No spotlight, no demand— You stand where help is needed And you do what you can. Verse 3 Warsaw stations, early days, Trains like rivers breaking through, Bombed-out homes and hollow faces, A silence he still carries too. They asked him who had sent him there, Who stamped the form, who paid the way— A gift from George, given earlier, Had quietly cleared the day. Verse 4 Next year took him into Lviv, Cold stone walls, a borrowed bed, A battered guitar, a room of kids Learning chords instead of dread. He walked with wounded, sat with ghosts, He listened more than he spoke, Every small act added weight To promises never broke. Verse 5 One night, a pub, a benefit show, Screens lit up across the land, Voices called in from everywhere— Costa Rica, Ukraine, the States, one band. Money went where children sleep, Where tomorrow still exists, And George watched quietly from afar, Proud of the choice his son had fixed. Final Chorus They asked who sent him to Warsaw, Who told him he should go— He said, “I sent myself,” No one needed to say so. No medals, no salvation, No story sold as grand— Just a father proud, a son at work, Doing the best he can.
