Rise Against Prayer Of The Refugee

Warm yourself by the fire, son, And the morning will come soon. Ill tell you stories of a better time, In a place that we once knew. Before we packed our bags And left all this behind us in the dust, We had a place that we could call home, And a life no one could touch. Dont hold me up now, I can stand my own ground, I dont need your help now, You will let me down, down, down