Theres always someone standing on their own outside the crowd
Who looks bewildered and confused.
They try to make some sense of all the jostling and the jokes
But still they dont look that amused.
What place, what life, what did they leave behind?
What sights, what sounds, what thoughts are on their mind?
Ive noticed that your accent has an unfamiliar sound;
Sometimes it seems you hate us all.
In silence you retreat into a closed and private world
Behind your own protective wall.
What crimes, what hurt, what wars have you survived?
What hopes, what dreams were left when you arrived?
Wholl be your refuge, your shelter, your fortress?
Wholl be your champion?
Wholl be your refuge, your pilot, your brother,
Your northern star?
Who will be your second sight;
The light that guides your way at night?
Dont be downhearted.
Ill be your refuge, Ill be your refuge.
Theres nothing wrong with being shy and everybody knows
That fools speak louder than the rest.
Let no one tell you how to think or what is right or true:
You are not weak or second best.
What crimes, what hurt, what wars have you survived?
What hopes, what dreams were left when you arrived?
Ill be your refuge, your shelter, your fortress,
Ill be your champion.
Ill be your refuge, your pilot, your brother,
Your northern star.
I will be your second sight;
The light that guides your way at night.
Dont be downhearted.
Ill be your refuge, Ill be your refuge, Ill be your refuge, Ill be your refuge, Ill be your refuge.