Working from sunup to sundown you know
Out in the fields, my father did sow
With sweat on the brow, they plowed through the land
Now with tears in my eyes, I make my stand
One hundred years of back breaking work
That's what it'd take to heal the hurt
They call me a fool and a fool I must be
But that's what it takes for all to be free
Home, home
Home, home
So here I stand in this building so small
A museum of ways to kill us all
And why, you ask, do I risk my life?
For my friends, my kids, and my wife
Not a single toy in this playground of war
Was made with the hands of the Afghans so torn
And who did I ask to make this the plan?
To make me a refugee in my home land
Home, home
Home, home
Three decades of war we Afghans have had
From the USSR, to those American lads
A graveyard of empires, we find ourselves in
All chasing the ghost of Bin Laden
Now, with gentle hands and nerves of steel
I dig through the ground, so we can all heal
I'm working my fingers straight down to the bone
And a difference I make, in the place I call home
Home, home
Home, home
Home, home
Home, home

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