What am I doing here
Who is on the other side
aiming he's gun at me

For whom am I fighting?

I'am in nowhere.

I carry a gun
in the same hand
I used to carry books.

I pull the trigger
with the same finger
I used to hold a pen.

I look for enemies
with the same eyes
I used to look for friends.


I wear a uniform
but I was not born to fight.

Under this false mask
I'am still the same boy
still carrying books
still writing
still looking for friends

I was not born to fight...