Based on November 2005: The Watchers
Home
There is unease to this night,
We do not know what draws us out;
It is not fear, it is not fright,
It is an impulse we cannot doubt
We worry about our loved ones,
Who stayed behind on Earth;
How are our daughters, mothers, sons?
Is their despair, is their mirth?
We see our home explode in flames
Hold our breath as our minds roam
The fire goes out, the world exclaims
Come Home, There's War, Come Home
