Verse 1:
It Started on November fourth - exactly one whole year before
The nation was to choose the one to lead them
Our people in a foreign land - Were taken hostage by the hand
Of a ruthless man refusing ever to free them
They started four hundred forty-four days in hell

Verse 2:
The brutal lies - the savage hate; and no way to retaliate
No one should be made to suffer like they did
Each hostage sweated tears & cried - Praying as each day went by
At least they know their nation stood & waited
During their four hundred forty-four days in hell

Verse 3:
It took so long, but finally passed - our people then came home at last
They told us of their pain that they knew so well
Some now are fine - or so they claim - But can they ever be the same?
Knowing that one day their story would tell
of their four hundred forty-four days in hell