What freedom, what choice? Twelve years old with a gun in my hand, Checking my options, I got none Blood soaked gardens this is my land, All I want is peace god damn Ten years old locked inside a room, It's spring time but there's nothing to bloom, I got everything I want inside this cage, Still I'm overcome by fear and rage It's sad, sad, sad but our worlds are different, And I get mad, mad, mad cause our worlds are different First time I spoke I was crying for help, First time I walked I was running away I buried my dad with my own two hands Now I curse my dad for his dead hands So different but we're all the same, So innocent but we're covered in shame They destroy our lives but we sing as one