You can go home

You’ve been through so much beyond all belief You lost everything you’re way beyond grief You wandered the roads like rags in the rain With blood on your clothes Half dead, half insane

You got memories that hi-jacked your dreams They swim through your soul like snakes in a stream You’d have to be Christ to forget and forgive One day at a time, that’s how you must live

You can go home to the red puppy fields You can go home where familiar is real You can go home you don’t have to kneel You can go home to rebuild and to heal

The fires have burnt out the armies have gone They’ve opened the roads and children sing songs By foot or by wheel your neighbors return And freedom to feel the nation they’ve earned

A tank on a hill, blown up and disowned Pieces of iron, like dinosaur bones And if you look close there’s hope to be found A plaid of new grass, broke through the black ground

You can go home…