He’s hungry again,
I’ve fed him,
I’ve bathed him,
I’ve made him happy without cracking a smile,
Three hundred matches,
Three hundred flames,
Three hundred years,
Past shame,
Same theme,
Different slave,
Same place,
Different slave,
Same cake,
Different day,
But I bake it anyway,
I fake it anyway,
I can’t take it,
I run away,
Caught,
Trapped,
Whipped,
Enslaved,
Four hundred years,
Four hundred tears,
Four hundred open wounds of fear,
But I still try to run away.
