Safety of Distance

	It won’t bring back lovers and friends,
	but it might make for a happier end.

	There is hope in the land of ruins,
	in the village of old enemies
	who have come to join hands,
	for they share the knowledge:
	Compassion is the measure of a man.

	It won’t bring back lovers and friends,
	but it might make for a happier end.

	And all the colours will return to these hills,
	where the dust of despair takes a hold.
	One day they will drink,
	from these now stale waters.
	Where there’s a will there’s a road.

	It won’t bring back lovers and friends,
	but it might make for a happier end.
	Compassion is the measure of a man.

	It won' t bring back lovers and friends,
	but it might make for a happier end.

	There is hope in the land of ruins,
	in the village of old enemies
	who have come to join hands,
	for they share the knowledge:
	Compassion is the measure of a man.

	It won' t bring back lovers and friends,
	but it might make for a happier end.

	And all the colours will return to these hills,
	where the dust of despair takes a hold.
	One day they will drink,
	from these now stale waters.
	Where there' s a will there' s a road.

	It won' t bring back lovers and friends,
	but it might make for a happier end.
	Compassion is the measure of a man.