That little boy, standing in the dark
You know he saw it all, all the heartache  
The little boy standing by your bed
The little boy with a bullet in his head

That little boy, who wished for a bike
Who got death as a birthday surprise
That little boy who only died for the reason
Of being an offspring of these people

For being the boy from this land
For having the misfortune of giving a helping hand
To the people from his blood, who shared his faith
He’s  the little boy who swallowed the deceitful bait

He’s the little boy running in the streets
Seeing the big army man with a rifle and destructive machines
The big army man who looked in the boys eyes
The frightened dark eyes who emitted helpless cries

The big army man with an angry sneer
Who slapped the boy and dragged him out of the street
Who shot the little boy in the head
Who filled his frail tiny body with lead

The little boy you see in your dreams
The little boy with the echoing screams
The little boy standing by your bed
The little boy with a bullet in his head