We were so close
We needed space to grow
And then they came
Talking about our hate

I thought we were all the same
But then I saw our differences

Some sang:
“Bring the knives,
We’ll leave no one alive!
No one to tell the stories of our loving past”

I thought we were all the same
They made us see our differences

Young and old
They all turned into gods
Claming the lives of all those that I loved

I refused to stain my hands with blood
This senseless war tore my life apart

My family’s gone
I saw them lose their life
I survived hiding between these walls

And what has change?
it’s all the same
The difference is they’re all dead

We’ll leave no one
No one to tell our stories

We were so closed
They needed space to grow
They ruined our lives
And took our lands away

And what was changed?
It’s all the same
We’re still afraid of what is next