This is a song for the soldier in me
I will grow stronger every time I breathe
These are for the girls who’ll pick up my shoes And this is for the future that we stand to lose These are for the things
For the things we’ve done
Because we weren’t allowed!
Is there anybody out there?
Mothers in the killer’s arms
Children marching forth with guns
Explosions that kill everyone!
The dust don’t settle, no, till’ them bones are dry Ashes to ashes and matter to mind!
Is there anybody out there?
Were you listening when they prayed? Listening when they prayed under your bombs? Were you listening when they prayed?
Raining bullets down from your guns?
Long, long, long, way home
It’s a long, long, long, way home
Long, it’s a long, long, long, it’s a long, It’s a long Long, long, long
Long, long, long way home