Watching them, watching me.
A hard way to fall asleep.
The sound of cries,

As I try to rest my eyes.

There's hands in the fallen snow,

Trying to get to a better place unknown.
These cold, dark nights,
With fire lit most times.


There's a place I call home
I'm coming back home, I swear.

I'm coming, no matter what these camps might put me through.
I'm coming back to you.


Now smoke fills the air,
We've fallen and no one seems to care.
A gun shot sounds,

My father lays limp on the ground.

The tragedies of the land you'll see,

Are tangled up on the lies we breath
Our lungs
Blacken silently.


There's a place I call home.
I'm coming back home, I swear.

I'm coming,velvet if my family's not with me.
I'm coming back home free.


For a long time I'll remember,
Saying prayers for something perfect, or at least for someone kind.
And in my head,

My thoughts will eat away at me until I die.

But I promise to come home,

I'm coming back home, I know.
I'm coming, I'll stand strong on this broken ground.
I'm coming back home,

I'm coming back home.