You're too young to know 

That you're too young to go 

There's no freedom to be found 

Lying face up in the ground 



Ashes from an unfinished life 

Are all that's left 

In a tear-drop-shaped locket 

Hanging from his mother's chest 



You whip the back of freedom 

'till it bleeds an oil stream 

Then you sail down upon it 

In your killing machine 



Old men who send children 

Off to die in vain 

They will hear death's constant whisper 

Call remember my name 



Gather 'round the stone