The pride of a Warchild !
Thru My eyes..
I see the pain in the childeren,
eyes just like a big book..
I see the memories, in their faces,
all destroyed, when will it be good?.
All the nights they were so damn scared.
Thru the eyes of a warchild..
Wonderin will i survive..,
will i be saved by a 'human..
From this so called thing..'life'
They got the world watchin T.v,
and im sufferin here..
The got their phones in their pocket,
makin fun of some queer..
But still im stuck in the shadow..
waitin on the end of this book..
It seems the chapter keeps repeatin..
never close to feel good..
But i stay strong till i found it...
found my way out of this mess...
No more a pawn, but a fighter..
puttin my destroyer in chess...
They made me suffer made me cry...
made me shout it out so loud, ..
The took my life..they took my future,..
but im still standin proud!...
The un-destroyable pride of a warchild..