Hold your hand out in the rain

Feel the cold drift in your veins

There's no sun this side of Cain

I heard your mother scream your name

Time is lost and the bright young perish

I'd give a week to forget torment

The thoughts of war the cries of the souls

Under fire.. Under darkness.. scorch and frost..

Hunger, thirst.. cold hard stone.. dust.. the strong scent of death....

Wish it could go away.. Find the win another way

Home.. is where we wish to be..

The blankets are dry.. and the sun is high..

And we sleep in the cool of the day ... while the curtains silently drift through the soft breeze ..

In the distance someone sings.. and we join with them..