War torn baby you're over ten
remember the good times/remember when
you were happy /you belonged
to them
it's all just a faded dream
when you laughed
n' you played in streams
You're an orphan now/a war torn baby
it's black n' white now/ain't no maybe
You try to imagine their face
before you were left in this place
where it's cold, and it's dark
n' you don't play in the park
Yeah, remember the good times
remember when
you were happy/you belonged
to them
they hugged you tight n' then they said,
"I'll be seeing you again"
n' you tried not to cry
as you looked deep into their eyes
knowing what they said
was a big fat lie
that this would be the last time
you belonged---
to them.
Yeah, that's when they smiled
n' then they said,
"I'll come back for you before you're ten."