Always gone
She's counting on
The same old ways to live her life
Thoughts spin on
Her open arms take hold of anything she finds
She says she's had enough
So she's giving up the war
She said, it's not enough
So she's looking out for more
'Cause maybe today a tree will blossom in the rain
Maybe at twentythree she'll find a life again
Maybe all our dreams will be carved in stone
Maybe all our dreams will bring life to our bones again
She raises doubts
Of pathways out from worries that linger in her mind
Without a sound
She wonders 'round and comes seek what answers she can't find
'Cause maybe the refugee will throw away his chains
And maybe her empty sleeve will wear her heart again
Maybe all our dreams will be carved in stone
Maybe all our dreams will bring life to our bones again

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