I hear the song resonating from inside,
the voice that sings when someone has lied.
I'll lift you up,
lift you up to the heights above,
whether you are blinded by hate or love.

I see the birds flying from the hills below-
Urging, driving, forcing you to go.
Just hold my hand,
hold my hand while I lead you away
going onward to the following day.

It's our last chance as we escape,
no turning back past yellow tape.
Those lives are gone – we know it well,
but we'll survive as sure as hell.

I feel the touch and the warmth of your hand,
just as we're crossing into other lands.
Keep your head down,
your head down in the firefight-
until we are able to see the light.

It's our last chance as we escape,
no turning back past yellow tape.
Those lives are gone – we know it well,
but we'll survive, and live to tell.