He has been here.

There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
Tears drying on their face.

He has been here.

Brothers lie in shallow graves.
Fathers lost without a trace.
A nation blind to their disgrace,
Since he's been here.

And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.

Houses burnt beyond repair.
The smell of death is in the air.
A woman weeping in despair says,
He has been here.

Tracer lighting up the sky.
It's another families‚ turn to die.
A child afraid to even cry out says,
He has been here.

And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore,
Only sadness.

There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
But no one asks the question why,
He has been here.

Old men kneel and accept their fate.
Wives and daughters cut and raped.
A generation drenched in hate.

Yes, he has been here.

And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.

-James BlunT-

I love you , Whoever you might have been...

Please accept my apologies, wonder what would have been,
Would you have been a little angel? or an angel of sin?
Tom-boy running around, hanging with all the guys?or a little tough boy with beautiful brown eyes?

Paid for the murder before they had determined the sex
Choosing our life over your life meant your death
And you never got a chance to even open your eyes
Sometimes I wonder as a fetus if you fought for your life?
Would you have been a little genius, in love with math?
Would you have played in your school clothes and made me mad?
Would you have been a little rapper like your poppa the piper?
Would you have made me quit smoking by finding one of my lighters?
I wonder about your skintone and shape of your noseand the way you would have laughed and talked fast or slow,
I think about it every year, so I picked up a pen

Happy birthday,
I love you
Whoever you would have been

Happy birthday,
What I thought was a dream
Make a wish
Was as real as it seemed

I made a mistake

I got a million excuses,
As to why you died,
And other people got their own reasons for homocide
Who's to say it would have worked
And who's to say it wouldn't have
I was young and struggling, but old enough to be a dad,
The fear of being my father has never disappeared
I ponder it frequently while I'm sipping on my beer,
My vision of a family was artificial and fake
So when it came time to create I made a mistake.

Now you got a little brother, maybe it's really you,
Maybe you really forgave us knowing we was confused
Maybe, every time that he smiles, It's you ,
Proudly knowing that your father is doing the right thing now
I never tell a woman what to do with her body
But if she don't love children then we can't party
I think about it every year
So I picked up a pen

Happy birthday,
I love you
Whoever you would have been

Happy birthday
What I thought was a dream
Make a wish
Was as real as it seemed

I made a mistake

From the heavens to the womb
To the heavens again
From the ending to the ending
Never got to begin
Maybe one day we can meet face to face
In a place without time and space
Happy BirthdaY.

-Flipside feat. Piper-