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

© 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 aint 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.

My request is that you play this song whenever and wherever you can. Give this song to your friends. Give it to your enemies. Give it to everyone you know. The message is Peace. The message is Truth.

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.

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Thank you so much.

Peace.

Miriam
Miriam's Well