Train tracks, headed back, carrying the wounded home...
I know it's not my time, but oh, I want to go....
To a land, where hands, can take sad hearts,
And make them glad and whole.
And give back all the innocence
That these dark lands have stole...
These boxcars are filled with scars
And memories of war...
Sitting side by side, with lifeless eyes,
From the things, they never asked for.
Cold to the bone, the winds have blown
Taking, destroying, oh, such power.
But the time has come, at least for some....
We've all been waiting for this hour.
Take me home, to a place I've never known.
Where love abounds more than you can hold
And always there, you'll be aware
Of the worth that you weren't told.
And it's not my time....but oh, I want to go.
