What Freedom

What freedom, what choice?
Twelve years old with a gun in my hand,
Checking my options, I got none
Blood soaked gardens this is my land,
All I want is peace god damn
Ten years old locked inside a room,
it's spring time but there's nothing to bloom,
I got everything I want inside this cage,
Still I'm overcome by fear and rage
It's sad, sad, sad but our worlds are different,
And I get mad, mad, mad cause our worlds are different
First time I spoke I was crying for help,
First time I walked I was running away
I buried my dad with my own two hands
Now I curse my dad for his dead hands
So different but we're all the same,
So innocent but we're covered in shame
They destroy our lives but we sing as one