I am just a boy and the armies of death
Pursue me with their dreams
Of wealth and lands
My days are full
Of my own littleness
To which I try to surrender
And dissolve I remember your kiss
On my forehead and hands
I remember when you sent me out
When it was really me rejecting you
I am just a boy your son
Please take me to your country father
Or I am done
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