Where does peace live? It is not here, not in this home
Where words are spoken with venom and hands raised
It eludes us and we left in the middle of the night
Packing only the clothes on our back, running to go
To find a place of rest, a harbor of safety and it is hard to find
No one wants to help, no one wants to risk the violence
Come to their door, no one wants to say stop, find rest
So we keep journeying, either onward or back to death
Does anyone care? Will they finally try and protect us?
Where is peace?
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