Look at scars carved in stone
gentleness they have seen none
Look at the fallen blade, fallen glory
so that you may understand my story
It's easy to spit and curse
on what you deem lesser, worse
Just hear me out for a moment
see why I don't seek an atonement
Don't believe world's distorted image
of how I like slaughter and carnage
I am nothing but a nation
which doesn't know what is salvation
I have always been small, weak
Future never clear, always bleak
My existence has always been at stake
No time to heal wounds that ache
As I pretend that I don't care
inside I shout: "It's not fair!"
But nothing is in this world of greed
where money is our only rule, creed
But I'm not here to cry
my tears have long ago become dry
I just want to tell you, my children
For you I will shoulder the burden