Letters

We were woken by planes
And parachutes falling down from the sky
Through the morning light
There were holes in the sides
Of the buildings falling down to their knees
Warm the ashen breeze
Our city surendered and we moves away
I wrote to you letters most every day
We hid in the farms and factories empty
We could only dream of leaving
We fled towns on fire, with stomachs empty
Crossed borderlines, swam the rivers dry
Our prayers they were answered
And we turned to go
I wrote to you letters, I want you to know
We hold onto your words
We listen for years, we listen for years
We inherit the los
Our blood it is yours, our bloos it is yours
We hold onto your words
We listen for years, we listen for years
We inherit the los
Our blood it is yours, our bloos it is yours
And when it was over, we moved far away
I wrote to you letters most every day