Ghosts of Bucha

[Verse] In a quiet town under the grayest skies, Where children used to laugh and run, Now there’s sorrow in a mother's cries, 'Cause the damage cannot be undone. [Verse 2] Fields once painted with the spring's delight, Now hold shadows, cold and stark, Underneath the cruel moonlight, Hearts are pierced by history's mark. [Chorus] Oh, the ghosts of Bucha roam the streets, Where innocence and evil meet, May the world hear their silent screams, And work to mend shattered dreams. [Verse 3] Train tracks leading nowhere land, Homes turned rubble, lives upturned, Glimmers of hope in a desperate hand, In the ashes, a fire burned. [Verse 4] Brothers, sisters lost in flight, Empty chairs at dinner’s end, Eyes that once held pure light, Left to mourn what won't mend. [Chorus] For the ghosts of Bucha, we sing a song, Of a town where right turned wrong, Let these memories stay ever strong, And guide us to where we belong.