Silver Spoon The Others
And now, as the light turns grey, it is so strange to be in this place
I walked thru many a field - up to this land, which talks of peace
They told me yeah, I was a child... and then they added - I had no right
Today I’ll turn eighteen and I’ll find out just what they mean
And perhaps they may be right
And we should not ever come
But you cannot take a soul and forget it in the cold
Something must be wrong
The sun has now set down and the sky is all but clouds
It is now clear, the game you play – my only right, is to go away
And so be it, you win this time; but let me tell you a final rhyme
I stand my ground and I still claim that all the men are born the same
