• I'm barefoot and walking along a dirt road
    My hands are red raw, from carrying this load

    My mother is crying and father is yelling
    I will never return, but there is no way of telling

    My sister is in the garden and brothers by her side
    Memories of me are swept up by the tide

    Lost in the darkness, coming over me
    If I could go back, how happy I'd be

    But the windows are closed and the doors are locked
    The shadows around me are having me mocked

    T
    he pain my legs, running down to my feet
    The blood on my hands and on my bed sheet

    My mistakes have cost me a family who cared
    So now my story is to be told, to be shared