The chains are broken The hearts are free All you mothers dry your tears Dry your tears we're coming home
Way Home...
The drummer silent The hate disarmed The tired ground stops bleeding In our eyes hurts the sun
Way Home
The storm is over Clouds turning quiet We hope the world will understand We want to understand the world
Way Home
Transitory Humanity Arouse the fire in your hearts Dry your tears we're coming home we're coming home Arouse the fire in your hearts Dry your tears we're coming home Coming home
