You, say your heart is just a damaged thing
While, I pick shrapnel from a figurine
Still, you survived your war
The scorched flattened earth
You won't restore
To its former glory
With you, I never feel out of place
Within you, I found myself a state of grace
It seems I've survived my war
The bridges are bombed before, now span
The deepest of rivers
I can't touch it
But I feel it
It's so close I almost see it
And this will be our Liberation Day
This will be our Liberation Day
This will be our Liberation Day
While, I pick shrapnel from a figurine
Still, you survived your war
The scorched flattened earth
You won't restore
To its former glory
With you, I never feel out of place
Within you, I found myself a state of grace
It seems I've survived my war
The bridges are bombed before, now span
The deepest of rivers
I can't touch it
But I feel it
It's so close I almost see it
And this will be our Liberation Day
This will be our Liberation Day
This will be our Liberation Day
Lyrics submitted by Art93
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