Swirling around in a mass
Of unknown faces, then there am me.
Standing out, white as ever,
In a world of dark souls.
Bashed and taken no-good for,
I'm still human, no matter my origin.
Dragged to the alleys of hate,
Stripped of money, possession.
I don't know how to say no,
After they have taken the good of me.
Tattoo, a mark of stamped duty,
Never will I be able to escape.
Chained to those who bash me in hundreds,
Making a line to get dinner.
Swapped, taken away from me,
I'm left to starve, again sleep hungry.
Room filled with darkness,
Shadows of others getting what they don't deserve.
Smuggled in the wrong,
Now sentenced to death.
Foreign policy, never will I be heard,
Not now, when I can hardly speak.
Torment and tears,
I'm not allowed to show my emotion.
One call a month, that's all,
Goes to you, the one I long to hold.
You know it wasn't me,
I don't want think baby to suffer.
Sickening exposure to the media,
Destroying my chance of freedom.
