Child soldier

At first lights of dawn the major told me to pack, and I already knew I wasn’t coming back

Perhaps that’s the reason why, I couldn’t prevent the tears from obscuring my sight

And I stepped outside, staring at all this child carrying guns too heavy and too wide

I’ve stopped to pray unanswered prayers long ago, but is that the reason why I don’t want to go?

I won’t say I’ve lost hope, but let’s be honest: they are almighty, and I’m not prepared to cope

They said, “You’re a weapon and your meant to kill”, “You’ll fight even thought it’s against your will”

At last I’ve finely dared to say, “Why do we have to fight?”, pushing the others out of the way

They said nothing, and one of them lead the way, well knowing that there’s nothing worth fighting

Once I was sixteen years old,

Gazing at sun the rising sun glowing like gold

Now feeling like I’m forty years older

I can no longer pretend things are better

Cause I’ve got blood on my hands,

The same kind that used to run through my veins

So here I am, wishing I can turned back time and cross the border

Cause hard times turned me into a child soldier

And soon the assault starts, killing and death, pain and suffering, while everyone’s doing their parts

At midday I’m running out of bullets, “Too bad” they would say, but I’ve got more in these wallets

It belongs to men I’ve killed just minutes ago, I think they were evil but what do I know?

According to them we’re supposed to be the good guys? But I know everything comes with a prize

I’ve took thousands lives, but now I’ve made up my mind: I’ll stop the suffering with three knives

But right now, I’m facing a man, his three feet taller than me, and yet I’m not worried: I’ve got a plan

Indeed, I’m quicker on the trigger, and the man fell harshly to the ground, was I that eager?

Then I grab my AK 47, and I walk through the jungle, thinking: “Don’t worry, we’ll soon be even”

Once I was sixteen years old,

Gazing at sun the rising sun looking like gold

Now feeling like I’m forty years older

I can no longer pretend things are much better

Cause I’ve got blood on my hands,

The same kind that used to run through my veins

So here I am, wishing I can turned back time and cross the border

Cause

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