Ah, Scotland

Wishful Dreams from Within War

Ah, Scotland, how many times I have dreamed of your bonny shore
Even more so now as where I live burns constantly from war
To walk along your lochs, fingers stretched across blooming heather
Wondering now as missiles rain down tis not the proper weather

Ah, Scotland, we talk often of escaping there to you
Fires rage on in Kyiv, they launch more on cue
And we dream of stone houses and rolling hills
Day after day the enemy comes here and kills

Ah, Scotland, we know the freedom also you seek
We see soldiers die; civilians slaughtered each week
Yet we dream of you and the promise you may hold
Weary from the things we have seen, no longer so bold

Ah, healing, we all desire this for our worn-out souls
And we dream of the green hills as the pipes play
We wonder when again in this life might we be whole
Peace seems impossible at this point in the fray

Ah, freedom, what does that word really mean?
To live it within and without on blue bonny shore?
Here in the war, it all just feels truly obscene
As if we are riding the back with that Babylon whore

Ah, Scotland, we must find a way
To break the chains and not stay
Within burning buildings and homes
Debris falling on church golden domes

Ah, Scotland, pray for us all on the ground
Each of us holds onto a dream on the round
Ours is you, dear ancestral hills and abode
Haunting the moors where they once rode.