Their hell is branded deep
searing their souls;
not wanted, but still burning
from a war not their own

We hear shots that aren't there,
we see ghosts from the past.
Dwelling in darkness,
we sail our ships at half mast.

Ever seeking our peace
but we cannot prevail.
Not guilty but condemned
to travel the road of travail.

Link arms with the brothers
who walk the same road;
the burden ain't heavy
when we all share the load.

We have strength in our weakness
and gain pride in our pain.
We have dignity with humility
'cos inside we're the same.