Not Coming Home
Not Coming Home ...A song inspired by an illegal war and a dream Not Coming Home is a song that came to me in a dream one night not long ago. In this dream, the voice of a woman soldier told me the details of her story as she currently lives it in Iraq. I documented her story in the lyrics of this song. The melody in my dream was haunting - it is the melody in the song. Not Coming Home is the story is of one woman, but it affects us all. This is her story: Not Coming Home copyright 2007 M German, Buckin Saviour Publishing, BMI The hills are all dusty The landscape is gray The bombs are like drumbeats marching me to my grave Don't know if I'm a spirit Or been laid to rest But this place ain't restful I don't want to be dead I can hear Celia, my sweet little girl Crying for momma to come home But I'm not coming home, Not coming home, Not coming home I have seen bloodshed and true compromise I have seen evil, Heard so many lies There's no US flag here, No liberty bell Just people killing people It's a vision of hell I can see my lover, My very best friend, Calling me back to our bed And I can hear Celia, my sweet little girl, Crying for momma to come But I'm not coming home Not coming home Not coming home. A close friend and vocalist in Portland suggested that I produce Not Coming Home with a sound as raw as the story is haunting and present it to the Peace movement as an anthem to promote an end to the Iraq War. This is what I have done. I bring it to you. We need to understand Peace as a basic human right. I hope this song inspires you to speak up, to stand up, and to create a pathway for Peace. Miriam Miriam's Well.