¿Who's that boy in front of me?
Your skin so black. My skin so white.
You seem to smile. But I can tell the scars protected from the light.
A childhood that's been washed away by a game called kill or die.
My toys were dolls, yours guns and knives. And I'm the one who cries.
The soldiers came took everything.
They took your family.
While I was play in the fields,
was swimming in the seas.
Your eyes saw things. I never knew. That they even exists.
By the day I finished school, you were just trying to resist.
The war inside your head.
Never holding back.
And you still hear the bullets flying.
And you still see your brothers dying.
And you still find your sister raped on the ground.
Never to be found.
Never to be found.
¿Who's that boy in front of me?
Your eyes so dark, I cannot see.
If they smile or if they fear the person that is sitting here.
You're not a boy, You are a man.
You've never been a boy.
Every precious thing you had they damaged and destroyed.
The war inside your head.
Never loosing track.
And you still hear the bullets flying.
And you still see your brothers dying.
And you still find your sister raped on the ground.
Never to be found.
Never to be found.
Never to be found.
Never to be found.
Dedicated to Ishmael Beah and all the other child soldiers out there.

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