Maybe my eyes so inexperienced couldn't see the pain But my heart was washed in admiration And the love I would sustain Coloured by the pride inside and the offerings in vain As my father held his head up high despite the driving rain Demarcation and slamming doors A mercy mission on foreign shores Divided family, dejected son But work is work when all is said and done Shining light of all hope reborn Weathered through this infernal storm To the hope of second birth [back]