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Mud on our boots
Rust on the plow
Keys in a pocket
House burned down
Names like dry seeds
Stuck to my tongue
Old women praying
To walls that are gone
Endless rain on abandoned fields
Beats like a hand on a coffin lid
Every drop writes
What history sealed
We are the ones
No one ever did
Endless rain on abandoned fields
Washing our faces
Carving our bones
Carry the names
Nobody healed
Bury our hearts
Far from home
Father came back
Missing an eye
Worked ‘til his shadow
Thinned into sky
Mother stitched flags
Into our clothes
So we would remember
What no one chose
Endless rain on abandoned fields
Beats like a hand on a coffin lid
Every drop writes
What history sealed
We are the ones
No one ever did
Endless rain on abandoned fields
Washing our faces
Carving our bones
Carry the names
Nobody healed
Bury our hearts
Far from home
We drink to the brothers
Who sleep in the ground (hey…)
We sing to the borders
That cut through our sound
If there is mercy
It’s small as a stone
Cold in the pocket
Of those driven on
Endless rain on abandoned fields
Beats like a hand on a coffin lid
Every drop writes
What history sealed
We are the ones
No one ever did
Endless rain on abandoned fields
Washing our faces
Carving our bones
Carry the names
Nobody healed
Bury our hearts
Far from home