Son

I don't miss any of the things I've lost
I'm not my memories' host
My past makes me feel sad
My rest won't arrive 'till my strength come back

My life has passed so quickly
That I couldn't even live it
Ghosts are now the bars of your prison
You are commanded by whom?

Be freed from bitterness
The world can't be made of wickedness

Slaves of time we become
Once we leave home
We work to get
A better life in fact
But no one goes all the way
If they don't let you say

I am a Son of God
No one will take my spot
I am not anybody I thought
I cannot be bought

I am a Son of God
No one will take my spot
I am not anybody I thought
I won't die on the next drought

In a world of greed
Where vengeance still remains
We dispute to see
Who is the most cynic of us
We steal from children
To pollute our conscience
Not to feel the pain of being wrong

Slaves of time we become
Once we leave home
We work to get
A better life in fact
But no one goes all the way
If they don't let you say

I am a Son of God
No one will take my spot
I am not anybody I thought
I cannot be bought

I am a Son of God
No one will take my spot
I am not anybody I thought
I won't die on the next drought