I wasn't a bad kid,dad.
I know you loved me so
Tell mom I will miss her
She knows I love her more
I tried to not die,mom
It wasn't in my hands,you see
They kept a gun to my forehead,sis
And I prayed god to let me be.
They plundered in the rooms around
And dragged us wall from wall
Few stood by and some ducked down
And saw our friends' souls fall
You sent me away to study,mom
Remember,It was never your fault
You sold yourself to teach me,dad
Don't you rub your wounds on salt!
I thank you god to let me live this long
However short it may be
I thank you god to give me a chance to live
However wrong my death may be.
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