I came one day…across some border. To brave the land beyond, they said, “Oh no, don’t go. They’ve never heard your name… There’s nothing there to gain.”
Something in me, no hand upon my shoulder, Walks gladly through the door, unknown. To find that things are really not the same. I hang my head in shame. My love, this place, Ukraine.
And on, and on, through summer into winter. Your fingers wrap around my heart. Your tears, my eyes. Your smiles and your pain… I hang my head in shame. My love, this place, Ukraine