The road back to freedom translates as a fake
And shakes and mistakes turns into heartache
When losing their blood they give up their take
and check a mistake turn to heartache
Five hundred thousand forced to flee
A million square miles of emergency
Another two million will go hungry
When there's no guarantee for the refugee
The road from Dhafur runs red with denial
Waterless mile, after waterless mile
Barefooted fear kicks the dust of exile
Waterless mile after waterless mile
Five hundred thousand forced to flee
A million square miles of emergency
Another two million will go hungry
When there's no guarantee for the refugee
The road out of Gaza is plagued with lost souls
Buried in holes, by the border patrols
What claims we've give them they cannot control
Drown in the holes in their land of lost souls
The road left to freedom translates as a fake
And shakes and mistakes turns into heartache
When losing their blood they give up their take
and check a mistake turn to heartache
Five hundred thousand forced to flee
A million square miles of emergency
Another two million will go hungry
When there's no guarantee for the refugee
The road from Dhafur runs red with denial
Waterless mile, after waterless mile
Barefooted fear kicks the dust of exile
Waterless mile after waterless mile
And shakes and mistakes turns into heartache
When losing their blood they give up their take
and check a mistake turn to heartache
Five hundred thousand forced to flee
A million square miles of emergency
Another two million will go hungry
When there's no guarantee for the refugee
The road from Dhafur runs red with denial
Waterless mile, after waterless mile
Barefooted fear kicks the dust of exile
Waterless mile after waterless mile
Five hundred thousand forced to flee
A million square miles of emergency
Another two million will go hungry
When there's no guarantee for the refugee
The road out of Gaza is plagued with lost souls
Buried in holes, by the border patrols
What claims we've give them they cannot control
Drown in the holes in their land of lost souls
The road left to freedom translates as a fake
And shakes and mistakes turns into heartache
When losing their blood they give up their take
and check a mistake turn to heartache
Five hundred thousand forced to flee
A million square miles of emergency
Another two million will go hungry
When there's no guarantee for the refugee
The road from Dhafur runs red with denial
Waterless mile, after waterless mile
Barefooted fear kicks the dust of exile
Waterless mile after waterless mile