Sometimes the world we live in is uncertain
in a moment what's known can slip away.
And we feel as we walk among the ruin
our hope dwindle as we greet the coming day.

Faces full of tears, such pain and desperation
you can almost feel it blowing in the air.
Clouds billowing, a cold and sad reminder
of what stood, but is no longer there.

Hands out reaching to soothe the broken hearted
we can't see beyond the tears for the lost souls.
Terror's wrath forever etched inside our hearts now
we question if we ever will feel whole.

And then I heard a baby's cry among the ruin
as I thought about that tiny, gentle life
my heart told me that we could not let this wee one
grow up in a world of terror, fear and strife.
So we must gather round the waterfall of our tears
and hold each other's hearts within our own.
The children of tomorrow must feel safe here
for there still is no place dearer than our home.

In this great country they will never walk alone.

We will dig our way through acts of pure destruction
eyes full of tears but heads held high with pride.
And though tomorrow seems like it will take forever
the sun will rise on this great country, freedom shines.

When I lay my weary head upon my pillow
and pray to God to help us as we grieve.
I have to know within my heart that we'll recover
if I don't, what are the young ones to believe?

And then I heard a baby's cry among the ruin
as I thought about that tiny, gentle life
my heart told me that we could not let this wee one
grow up in a world of terror, fear and strife.
So we must gather round the waterfall of our tears
and hold each other's hearts within our own.
The children of tomorrow must feel safe here
for there still is no place dearer than our home.

In this great country they will never walk alone.