Home

The place I call home

Is crumbling around my feet

Where do I go now?

Do I dare to stay?

Some say that we have no choice

But my mind's been made

I'll breathe in the ash

With my very last breath and

Let it bury me

I was born here

And my children were born here

Now it is our grave

We'll die, hands entwined,

Eyes towards a blood-red sky

Screams filling the air

We will die at home,

The place where we learned to live

Our burial ground

Let the others run

Our feet are firmly planted

We are not afraid