Valentina, The Blues of Mykolaïv

i made this song for Valentina... (She comes from Ukraine and loves the blues.) Lyrics: Then came the thunder, then came the flame, Nothing in her world would ever be the same, She packed her memories, tears in her eyes, Left her home behind beneath those broken skies. Oh, Valentina, can you hear that sound? It's the heart of Ukraine calling you back homeward-bound. Oh, Valentina, your tears fall like rain, You're a woman with a heart that has survived the pain. Oh, Valentina, though you're far away, Your home is in your heart, and it's there to stay. One day the guns will fall silent again, And you'll hold your friends in the sunshine and the rain. There's a picture beside her bed, A thousand words that she has never said, Old friends smiling, faces from the past, Wondering how long this lonely road will last. Sometimes at night, when the world is still, She hears the echoes across the distant hills, She whispers their names into the dark, Keeping every memory alive inside her heart. Oh, Valentina, can you hear that sound? It's the heart of Ukraine calling you back homeward-bound. Oh, Valentina, your tears fall like rain, You're a woman with a heart that has survived the pain. Oh, Valentina, though you're far away, Your home is in your heart, and it's there to stay. One day the guns will fall silent again, And you'll hold your friends in the sunshine and the rain. Oh, Lord, how long must a motherland cry? How many dreams must be buried goodbye? No one should leave all they've ever known, No one should have to call a strange place home. But deep in her soul, there's a light burning bright, A little flame that survives every night. And no war can take what her heart holds true, The love of her country, the friends she once knew. Oh, Valentina, let the tears fall down, You don't have to be strong every day in this town. Oh, Valentina, let the old guitar cry, There's a piece of Ukraine in every tear you hide. Oh, Valentina, may your heart find peace, May the pain grow softer, may the sorrow cease. And when the spring comes to Mykolaiv once more, May you walk with your friends through your own front door. Mykolaiv… I can still hear your name… My old friends… I still love you the same… Valentina… you're never alone… No matter how far… your heart knows the way home. Oh, Valentina… Someday… you'll go home.