The Bell

i just picked up the pieces of the ricochet
took the broken pieces again
alarmed by a bell, by a crying sway,
tuned the radio when the phone rang
you´d heard the news of the assassination
had seen him when he cried out and fell
heard the president talk top the nation
in the background the sway of my bell
home is where the heart lies
but if the hearts lie where is home
we had to leave the country where our hearts lay
now those hearts are made of stone
we both knew what would follow now
the bond of diplomacy´d die
they´d recruit all the young ones as soldiers now
and a bell would chime their goodbye
i really served my country well ´til then
didn´t belive the stories they told
that fear would fill thge hearts of men
that ticks like an iron bolt
But the world keeps on turning
while the countries are burning....
on the night that i decided to go
i had the feeling to betray my land
my heart chimed out for a better way
that the others would understand
so off we ent with the morning train
left the green hills far behind
our lives will never be the same
til the bell stops to chime in our minds
home is where the heart lies
but if the hearts lie where is home
we had to leave the country where our hearts lay
now those hearts are made of stone
But the world keeps on turning
while the countries are burning....