Nhạc sĩ: Raechel Whitchurch
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There's no planes flying nowAnd the border is closedWell, it's like they don't knowThat you're on your way homePeople kill in the streetsThey're all scared there's not enough food to eatYeah, it's like they don't knowThey don't knowThat you're on your way homeIt won't be too long nowAnd you'll see the face of your JesusAnd I know that heaven's your homeI just wish that you'dI just wish that you'dDidn't have to leave usSo I cry on my bedI hear my son ask why is mom always sadBut I don't want him to knowThat you're on your way homeBut I don't want him to knowAnd it won't be too long nowAnd you'll see the face of your JesusAnd I know that heaven's your homeI just wish that you didn't have to leave usI're getting of those broken confinationsWho you areEverything you saidI wanna cryI'm not gonna cryI wanna cryI don't know who to blameBut if I'm sadI'm not done cryingI'm done cryingTo say my goodbyesI play you some old country songsBut the tears won't stop fallingOut of your eyesAnd I know that it won't be longNow there's no one to holdThere's just lonely peopleWho do what they're toldAnd it's like they don't knowThat you made your way home*