I wasn't born here sir, but yes I live here Can you help me sir, I'm dying here I come not for me, but for my brother He's a teenage boy and yes, he's dying here I came across the ocean, Three long months I spent, Every one of those days Scratched into my arm Now I come here for forgiveness I come here to be free I'm dying, yeah I'm dying, I'm dying So I'll fight fire with fire, And I'll take back the game, And I'll grow up twisted and blank in a cage I turn sixteen today Listen to the spin, we're not being persecuted Then you bomb our country to liberate the persecuted? I wrote a letter just the other day I got no reply so I thought I'd say That I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying I turn sixteen today. Days on end It's like I'm getting older Bless me friend It's like I'm growing colder Days on end I'm looking over my shoulder Bless me friend It's like I'm growing I'm thirteen, I'm fourteen, I'm fifteen I'm sixteen today