When I was young, the sky was blue,
When in the backyard, I would play,
Laughter aloft and filtered the air,
But soon was gone, amid despair.
It came before my seventeenth year;
The acts, which changed my life…
Too late it was to change today,
Too late it was to run away.
The night was sounded, the voice of a man,
My father would listen, on the radio.
But I was told to study and learn,
That danger would pass and miss our turn.
I once believed in stars, cause bright they were,
Until it came, that one would end my life.
We hid in there, behind that star,
The feel of an injection.
In the van, one hundred to one,
One night became two; an endless night.
Arrived in hospital and there I cry,
Thus there it was… that I did die.
