I’ve never been there, but I miss it anyway. City lights on broken streets, paper dreams beneath my feet. Sirens sing a lullaby at night, but I still picture skies without the fight. Empty hands trace the air, like I’m reaching for a world that isn’t there. But somewhere in the back of my mind, tomorrow calls like a distant chime. Is it foolish to believe in a place we’ve never seen? Where the guns go quiet, and the hurt can finally breathe? I’m homesick for tomorrow, for a peace we’ve never known. For a sunrise without sorrow, for a place we call our own. Though I’ve never walked its fields, I feel it in my bones I’m homesick for tomorrow, for a future we could build, but don’t. Kids draw stars in shades of blue, on cracked walls the bombs once flew. They’ve never seen a gentle sky, but they still paint it every night. Mothers hum forgotten songs, to remind their hearts they’re strong. Hope is just a quiet spark, glowing in the dark. Tell me, is it a sin to dream where we’ve never been? Where the world stops breaking, and love can finally win? I’m homesick for tomorrow, for a peace we’ve never known. For a sunrise without sorrow, for a place we call our own. Though I’ve never walked its fields, I feel it in my bones I’m homesick for tomorrow, for a future we could build, but don’t. Maybe home is not behind us, maybe it’s ahead. In the hands we haven’t held yet, in the words we haven’t said. So if you’re lost like me, hold on to the light The future isn’t gone, it’s just waiting for us to fight. I’m homesick for tomorrow, for the world we’ve yet to see. Where no one prays for mercy, just for the chance to be free. Though we’re standing in the ruins, I still believe it’s true I’m homesick for tomorrow, and I hope you miss it too. We’ve never been there but someday, we could.
