22/12/2025
This tune is a fusion of Rap & Pop & is a poignant, moody, moving song about the war in Ukraine. About how so many Ukrainian heroes won't make it home for Christmas eve.
About how many soldiers will be in the trenches on the front over Christmas.
About how many families will be grieving on Christmas day.
About how many towns & cities will be attacked over the Christmas period resulting in yet more dead.
This track is being 'monetized'; 90% of any profits will be delivered to Charities & Non-Profit Organisations that expressly support Ukrainians, both here & in Ukraine. Soundcloud say it will take a few months, but donation details will be posted here, when available.
The track is also available to buy at https://timbrewulf-music.myshopify.com/ if you would like to contribute.
“NOT ALL HEROES COME HOME”
INTRO
Winter again…
But not the kind sung about in carols.
This is a season of sirens…
of flashes over Kharkiv skies…
of families holding each other through the dark.
Tonight, we speak for those who can’t be here.
For the ones still out there…
and for the ones we lost.
VERSE 1 - CIVILIAN SUFFERING
Streetlights flicker in Mykolaiv rain,
Sirens cut the silence with familiar pain.
Odessa nights trembling under distant fire,
Homes turned cold where the sparks expire.
Drones hum low like a ghost’s last breath,
Old-world tactics dealing modern death.
Power lines falling like forgotten hymns,
Death stalks Kyiv when the daylight dims.
Families gather where the candles glow,
Praying for Putin’s missiles not to show.
In a world dressed bright for Christmas cheer,
Some towns just pray to make it through the year.
CHORUS
Hold the line, hold the flame,
Hope is whispering your name.
Through the static, through the storm,
We keep each other warm.
Raise a light for those unknown—
For every soul that stands alone.
Because this Christmas night…
not all heroes come home.
VERSE 2 — FRONT-LINE WINTER
Frozen mud trenches near Bakhmut’s edge,
Men grip rifles like a final pledge.
Snow drifts settle on silent wires,
Drones buzz overhead like funeral choirs.
Boots soaked through, breath hanging in the air,
Frostbite carving scars no medic can repair.
Old-school warfare in a digital frame,
Cyber-attacks echo through the frontline game.
Brothers shiver under tarps and tar,
Dreaming of heat from a place too far.
Christmas bells somewhere begin their ring—
Here, only the wind knows what tomorrow might bring.
CHORUS
Hold the line, hold the flame,
Hope is whispering your name.
Through the static, through the storm,
We keep each other warm.
Raise a light for those unknown—
For every soul that stands alone.
Because this Christmas night…
not all heroes come home.
VERSE 3 — LOSS & EMPTY CHAIRS
Kyiv tables set with a missing chair,
Now photos on seats - hearts were once there.
A toast raised softly for the ones who fell,
Names spoken gently – don’t break the spell.
Wrapped gifts waiting for a father’s hand,
Letters folded neat no child understands.
A mother whispers to the winter sky,
Asking - “WHY THEM!!” - with a wordless cry.
Carols drift through a cracked window frame,
But the warmth inside never feels the same.
Grief and courage share the same dim light—
Love still stands, even when the senses take flight.
CHORUS
Hold the line, hold the flame,
Hope is whispering your name.
Through the static, through the storm,
We keep each other warm.
Raise a light for those unknown—
For every soul that stands alone.
Because this Christmas night…
not all heroes come home.
OUTRO
Bo tsiyeyi rizdvyanoyi nochi…
ne vsi heroyi povertayutʹsya dodomu.
https://soundcloud.com/timbrewulf/not-all-heroes-come-home
This track is being 'monetized'; 90% of any profits will be delivered to Charities & Non-Profit Organisations that expressly support Ukrainians, both here & in Ukraine. Soundcloud say it will take a f
