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