Childhood

unwrapping presents, saturday morning cartoons, ice cream trucks
poptarts, transformers, barbie dolls
handball, dodgeball, monkey bars
nintendo 64 and playstation

the troops and send them out,
if they try and run shoot them down

hurry, crouch down! why did you pick the piano as a hiding spot he's going to count to twenty any minute

we spent was either fighting, training, getting beat or getting raped,
any of the soldiers could use us as property and as soon as they saw breasts developing on the girls they
would force us to be slaves, and kill us if we disobey

me again and i will ground you for a week! that means no games, no online chatting, and definitely
no going out i can't believe you would lie

close to the ground, brother, the bush will hide us just don't make a sound

out the word sis! it's not that difficult, come on, li-ber-ty

seemed so far away when your eyes adjusted to the violence and spontaneous
deaths of those around you, like the weapon in your hands became your heartbeat
and bullets the only solution

A is that you flirt and try to get his attention and make it obvious you want to go to the dance with him,
solution B let your other friends drop hints so

i couldn't run away because i was so filled with fear, i saw them kill my father in front of my very eyes
and rape my sister and tell me from now on i was a soldier

boy up in this oh, watch me crank it watch me roll

watch me, hear me, save me from this war,
because i'm 6 and there's weights in my soul that i can't understand,
why i am being forced to dig up chips and kill my friends
and see bones and flesh hear bombs and screams
falling from the sky like rain i used to dance in

we see you, we hear you, and dear child we will free you.