#indierock #guitar #vocals For war's refugees everywhere...43 million fleeing conflict.

Six long months we’ve been on the run
 Bellies empty under the cold cold sun Burnt blisters on our feet Too many nights without sleep

I’ve learned enough about time to fear it Crackling of old dead leaves you hear it Gone before we get our bearings Gone without any warning

Who will tell my story once I’m gone? Who will tell your story once you’re gone? Who will tell our long lost story? Who will listen to that sad sad story?

Things we thought true melted away Their downcast eyes with nothing to say Can we just have some shelter and food Wretched and naked we stand as fools

Who will tell my story once I’m gone? Who will tell your story once you’re gone? Who will tell our long lost story? Who will listen to that sad sad story?

That’s just the way things are That’s what we’ve been told Just the way things are The lies we uphold

Who will tell my story once I’m gone? Who will tell your story once you’re gone? Who will tell our long lost story? Who will listen to that sad sad story?

We told the stories of our ancient heroes Long ago times we hardly remember Stand strong I heard her say once We’ll aim for another of these long six months

Who will tell my story once I’m gone? Who will tell your story once you’re gone? Who will tell our long lost story? Who will listen to that sad sad story?