Helloïse - The Fugitive

The Fugitive

All alone, just a voice in the distance
Young boy in a stranger's land
Looking for a helping hand
On his own, when he stops just to listen
Searching for familiar sounds
Walking on common ground

And behind the far horizon
Lies the land where he was born
But the road is leading nowhere
His heart is torn

We don't have to tell him
He already knows
We don't have to show him
He already, he already knows

On the run from the gunfire
Left his home, his sanctuary
Four long years of tragedy
In one heart, much too small, much too fragile
Seen the men around him fall
Seen the hatred take its toll

And the rich keep getting richer
In their search for ever more
And the poor keep getting poorer
In his homeland

Lonely boy, where can he run to
The fire is burning
as far as the eye can see
Hoping the grass is green
across the border
Hoping for peace, and no more rivalry
His father is old,
old enough to be his granddad
Trying to make a living off eroded land
His mother's got to work
seven days a week
Feeding her children illusions in the sand

(Lonely boy) The least we can do is to help him
(Lonely boy) The least we can do is to care
(Lonely boy) At least we could offer him shelter
(Lonely boy) At least we could show that we're there

And the wind in the desert
Blows the message across
Beyond the far horizon
Lies the land where he was born
But the road is leading nowhere
But the road is leading nowhere

We don't have to tell him
He already knows
We don't have to show him
He already, he already knows