Refugee Lyrics

My city used to be

Coursed of grit and stone

Cut into the hands that would call them home

My home used to be

A grove of a thousand trees

Every root familiar and old

Now my places burn

Robbed of history

A legacy of fathers all lost to me

There are promises made

When you need the sun to rise

And your colors will break

Over unfamiliar skies

You will miss the night

You will miss the night

Courage used to be

The solider on the wall

Heart wrapped in armor to guard us all

Wisdom used to be

The poet in the night

Spinning words of comfort to cool the eyes

Now our soldiers all are broken

Our poets all are crazed

And you think me a coward to run away

There are promises made

When you need the sun to rise

And your colors will break

Over unfamiliar skies

You will miss the night

You will miss the night

Time will collect

All the things you can't forgive

And paint them

All on the glass before your eyes

With words that can’t reflect

All the details and the dreams

In between

All of our lives

There are promises made

When you need the sun to rise

And your colors will break

Over unfamiliar skies

You will miss the night

You will miss the night