I don\'t want to live
in my country anymore
if I\'m forced to eat the rich
over bread, since I\'m now poor.
I don\'t want to die
on these grounds tonight,
but if the earth wants to claim me,
I won\'t put up a fight.
this was the world I was left.
my footprint is small.
I\'m only me; that\'s not a lot,
but I\'ll be here for the fall.