Born From Fire

I have a mind

A good memory

Here's how my life begins:

I wasn't born from a woman's thighs

But from fire

I

dwell on that dream

I

don't want that to fade

I

keep that dream

Until the axe does all that work

I was kept under the table

Raised from their sigh

I was worthless 'till the day

When flames did all the work

I

dwell on that dream

I

don't want that to fade

I

keep that dream

Until the axe does all that work

On the day I was born

They denied my rights

Even the right to

die

On the day I was born

They denied my rights

On the day I was born

They denied my rights

to die...