| Took the ground, | |
| From underneath my feet. | |
| Silent town, | |
| Ghosts this empty street. | |
| I see the home that once was mine, | |
| Now just bones of former life. | |
| Touch this page of sacred time, again, | |
| I see you call... | |
| You don't have to be strong for me. | |
| I won't shoot your defences down. | |
| Whatever happens, I want you to see | |
| We can face it together. | |
| And turn it around. | |
| A new life | |
| Grows within his hands. | |
| Coming back | |
| To this promised land. | |
| And with these bones we will rebuild, | |
| To the flesh of future life. | |
| Giving back that sacred time, again... | |
| You don't have to be strong for me. | |
| I won't shoot your defences down. | |
| Whatever happens, I want you to see, | |
| We can face it together. | |
| And turn it around. |