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Mud on my boots
Rust on the gate
Smoke from a house
That burned years too late
Names on the well
Carved by a child
Wind reads them softly
The letters run wild
Rain over the empty fields
Where our little lives once grew
All that the sorrow steals
It never gives back to you
We carry the broken sky
On shoulders already bruised
Rain over the empty fields
Crying for the ones we lose
Bread on the table
Hard as a stone
Chairs sitting quiet
Set for the gone
Old women humming
Eyes on the floor
Each word a story
That can’t breathe anymore
Rain over the empty fields
Where our little lives once grew
All that the sorrow steals
It never gives back to you
We carry the broken sky
On shoulders already bruised
Rain over the empty fields
Crying for the ones we lose
Roads that we walked
Have swallowed our tracks
No border
No line
Will bring our hearts back
We left with a song
Came home with a scar
The soil knows our sorrow
It hears us from afar (oh)
Rain over the empty fields
Where our little lives once grew
All that the sorrow steals
It never gives back to you
We carry the broken sky
On shoulders already bruised
Rain over the empty fields
Crying for the ones we lose