And now, as the light turns grey,
it is so strange to be in this place
I walked thru many a field
up to this land,
which talks of peace
They told me yeah, I was a child
and then they added
I had no right
Today I’ll turn eighteen
and I’ll find out just what they mean
And perhaps they may be right
And we should not ever come
But you cannot take a soul
and forget it in the cold
something must be wrong
The sun
has now set down
and the sky is all but clouds
It is now clear,
the game you play
my only right, is to go away
And so be it, you win this time
but let me tell you a final rhyme
I stand my ground
and I still claim
that all the men are born the same