Who's that boy in front of me? Your skin so black my skin so white.
You seem to smile, but I can tell the scars protected from the light.
A childhood that's been washed away by a game called kill or die.
My toys were dolls, yours guns and knifes, and I'm the one who cries.

The soldiers came took everything, they took your family.
While I was playing in the fields, was swimming in the seas.
Your eyes saw things, I never knew, that they even exist.
By the day I finished school, you were just trying to resist
the war inside your head, never holding back.

And you still hear the bullets flying.
And you still see your brothers dying.
And you still find your sisters raped and on the ground,
never to be found.

Who's that boy in front of me? Your eyes so dark I cannot see,
if they smile or if they fear, the person that is sitting here.
You're not a boy, you are a man, you've never been a boy.
Every precious thing you had, they damaged and destroyed.
The war inside your head, never loosing track.

And you still hear the bullets flying.
And you still see your brothers dying.
And you still find your sisters raped and on the ground,
never to be found.