Vocals: Ronnie James Dio (R.I.P.)

Can't forget his face
What a lonely place
Has he really let us go?

All the time that's lost
What's the final cost
Will I really get away?

All my life it seems
Just a crazy dream
Reaching for somebody's star

Can't believe it all
Did he really fall
What to do now I don't know

Something's called me back
There's a light in the black
Am I ready to go?
I'm coming home

Breathed the air before
Heard the thunder roar
Never knew it was for me

Always looking down
Lost and never found
Eyes that look but not to see

All my life it seems
Just a crazy dream
Reaching for somebody's star

Like an open door
That you've passed before
But you've never had the key

Something's calling me back
There's a light in the black
Am I ready to go?

I'm coming home, I'm coming home, yeah
I'm going back to my home

I'm going home, home, home
Going home, home, home
I'm coming back

Don't forget his face
What a lonely place
Did he really let us go

All the time that's lost
What's the final cost
Will I really get away?

All my life it seems
Just a crazy dream
Reaching for somebody's star

Can't believe it all
Did he really fall
What to do now, well I don't know

Something's calling me back
Like a light in the black
Yes, I?m ready to go
I'm coming home, home, yeah

I've got my way back home
To the sky
There in the sky
I see your star

Sent into battle to aid strangers in need
Gain independence, our forces will lead
Final solution when all others have failed
Liberation is coming our path has been laid

We remember the fields, where our tanks held the line
We remember our brothers in arms

When the war, has been won
And our march home begins
What awaits has not yet been revealed
What was won? What was lost?
Will our deeds be remembered?
Are they written on stone or in sand?

Marching ashore, our target awaits
Facing resistance, forces driven by hate
Protecting civilians, while fired upon
Rules of engagement, our restrictions are gone

We remember the sea, where our ships broke the waves
We remember our brothers in arms

When the war, has been won
And our march home begins
What awaits has not yet been revealed
What was won? What was lost?
Will our deeds be remembered?
Are they written on stone or in sand?

Leaving home, set to sea
Was this really meant to be?
See the shore of our home fade away
Facing blood, facing pain
Have our brothers died in vain?
Many lives has been lost on the way

When the war, has been won
And our march home begins
What awaits has not yet been revealed
What was won? What was lost?
Will our deeds be remembered?
Are they written on stone or in sand