Safety of Distance

It won't bring back lovers and friends, But it might make for a happier end. There is hope in the land of ruins In the village of old enemies Who have come to join hands for they share the knowledge: Compassion is the measure of a man. It won't bring back lovers and friends, But it might make for a happier end. And all the colours will return to these hills Where the dust of despair takes hold. One day they will drink from these not still waters. Where there's a will there's a road. It won't bring back lovers and friends, But it might make for a happier end. Compassion is the measure of a man.