| Silence falls in no man’s land
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| To echo on uncertain steps
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| Sharp of eye and quick of hand
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| Advancing forward to regrets
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| Underfoot the bombs and mortars
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| Sleep awaiting coded warnings
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| From the top the barking orders
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| Light the sky on these dark mornings
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| Seek asylum from the terror
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| Reaching out for what it’s worth
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| Shelter from the raging anger
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| Raining down on bitter earth
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| Sympathy for all who’s hurting
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| Getting lost between the lines
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| It’s the stuff that keeps returning
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| Laughing loud in victor’s lies
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| Up above on wind’s declaring
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| Soon the cold will whistle through
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| Push aside the warm sierras
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| Fill the sails that carry you
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| Seek asylum from the terror
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| Reaching out for what it’s worth
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| Shelter from the raging anger
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| Raining down on bitter earth
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| Many miles are put between the
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| What once was and what will be
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| Sleepwalk nightmare to sweet dream
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| Each step consigned to history
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| Every whisper sings resistance
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| All emotions hide inside
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| Refugee looks to the distance
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| Out there somewhere lies his pride
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| Seek asylum from the terror
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| Reaching out for what it’s worth
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| Shelter from the raging anger
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| Raining down on bitter earth |