Displaced - Hyenas
Dust and dirt gracing their tattered clothes
Those restless wanderers searching for a home
They've become footsore such a long time ago
But still they're marching on
Still they're marching on
With burning lungs and bloody feet they walk
Still they're not giving in no they're not giving in
Is there a place where they can finde some peace
A place without hatred and hostility
Is there a place where their houses don't end up burning
Every new day has become an endless fight against their
Own mind giving up and their will to
Survive
But still there seems to be no end in sight
Is there a place where they can finde some peace
A place without hatred and hostility
Is there a place where their houses don't end up burning
Why would you let them burn
Why would you let them die here
Just give them something to call their home
